A resonating moment moves across time. The bridge calls out like a haunting howl through thick fog. Enchanting yet terrifying. I want to run away, but the past will not allow it. Rather, it might be the truth which is inescapable. My truth.

To my mind, death waits at the top of this metal staircase. Considering my ugly truth, I should embrace that. I should give in to my worth.

It never occurred to me to count how many times I’ve stood here.
Someday, the steps I take will lead me somewhere new.

But my hand hesitates to touch the cold metal. There are less cruel ways to do this, even though I don’t deserve them. I should do this. I need to do this. They are better off without me. Even if people see me now, no one is going to stop because of these tears I am trying to hold back. My lips barely move as no sound emerges. Better off without me.

A warm hand softly hitting my shoulder offers the fear of being seen. Is there time to wipe away the tears? Will it be too obvious? Will it be seen as a cry for attention?

Friendly is the older man’s voice, “still can’t go up, hey?”

I smile for so many reasons, but not one is because I am happy. I shake my head in answer.

“It’s hard to face our fears.” Kindness is his way, “no shame in that. You tried again today, and that’s enough. Don’t give up.”
_{by: Selina}