Faye Sizemore


I built a makeshift bridge
sweating and wondering
if it would hold the weight

Just as I thought it would hold
I find it very short of its goal
unused and covered with mold

Made only of materials
that I found along the way
in my journey from day to day

As I am still laboring
deep in my soul I know
it is to a place I can never go

A bridge of time
over a river that does wind
a river of tears from other years

I have built the bridge
Yet you bid me never to cross
… hoarding to yourself your loss

I am trapped on this side
… the chasm is too deep
… the river… it is too wide

This poem inspired the response, “Civilian” – ©Copyright December 2, 2003 by Randy E. Richmond