The Bridge To Malawi

There is a bridge between Malawi and me.
It seems to be safe.
It seems to be sturdy.

I could run across it.
It wouldn’t be difficult to walk across it.
All I have to do is cross it.

But I stand here uncertain.
I want to run to Malawi.
His very presence beckons to me.

But does he want me to come to him?

He does not call to me.
He does not shout out my name.

He stands on his side of the bridge
And I stand on mine.

I could run across it
It would be so easy to run across it.
It would be so easy to run across it to him.

But he turns and walks away.

April Writing Prompts

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s