Arrive at the bridge,
take a long deep breath,
gain inner courage,
bruised thoughts meet their death.
I cling to the past,
because it is known,
the only time lived,
where outcomes are shown.
A present today,
is the current state,
live in the moment,
forgetting blind fate.
A written future,
not currently seen,
created details,
live in the machine.
Look back at old days,
a whimsical time,
oblivious to pain,
shielded from all crimes.
A pen in my hand,
the paper still blank,
a time left behind,
with lessons to thank.
Tomorrow is vague,
not written in stone,
with each rising sun,
greet every unknown.
Leave old scars behind,
like burned tire tracks,
bright visions will find,
light to heal all cracks.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy
Response to Sadje’s picture prompt on What do you see #163 December 05,2022