Under the Bridge
The saying is water under the bridge
But what of she who stands on the ridge
Ready to fling into the open air
To feel what awaits her there
The hard as concrete impact
With no time to react
As you plunge into the icy waves
There will be the pain that saves
Your mind from the numbness you desire
When all the world is a blazing fire
Not a saving at all in the end
Only to demand a godsend
Of all the bad that brought her here
To giving all there is, so very near
But she stands and walks away
Biting at the cliche they say
It is not water under the bridge
When you reach the final ridge
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