by Cheryl Merrick
I stand on the edge
looking back,
but there is no return.
The chasm is deep and wide.
There is no going back
to my old life.
My bridge is burned.
I set it on fire myself,
knowing I needed to cross
and never return.
Looking back, like Lots wife,
a part of me longs for
the old comfortable ways,
even though I know they
just led to misery.
But the bridge is burned.
The fire of confession
consumed it,
and now I must resolutely
begin my first fearful
steps on my new path,
a path of growth.
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