At The Edge

What do you do when you find your self at a bridge you can’t find your way across .  A deep sadness that won’t quit and can’t be fixed . What do you do when your sitting at a funeral , there is nothing you can do to bring life ? 

I see another road . I just need to sit in this place for a while . I thought this was the way . 

I know now I was wrong . I traveled so far to get to this bridge , fought the unthinkable and barely survived the journey . All to figure out it’s not my path? ? 

I close my eyes and pretend it’s raining as my heart races . I’m lost in this jungle 

And 

I’m alone . 

I pray the hardest I’ve ever prayed . I ask why God ? I can only trust him and go the other way . 

I don’t understand wasting steps wasting love or time . If you invest everything  you have into something how does it simply not give back ? 

All I know now is pain . I’m an orphan to love . My knees are raw and bloody . 

I’m tired and filthy . And most of all I’m lost and alone . 

I’m brave yes . I risked everything yes . 

For what ? 

I’ll sit here at the edge of the world and watch this broken bridge that led to my future . 

I need rest . Wouldn’t it be nice to be loved . God show me your love let me feel your love . Heal me so I may continue on .