Wet beneath my feet

Fresh morning smell, sweet.

Light between the green leaves

Early warmth, my skin gratefully receives.


Light on the water sparkling

Blinding  my eyes, thoughts darkling.

Early  bird in to the blue yonder soars

Reaching the bridge  my agony roars!


Pain pounding in my head

Negating all good things said.

Heart bursting ,feet bleeding brain screaming

Reaching the edge of the bridge blinded by tears streaming.


Running  now I need the release

Stepping off the side craving peace.

No more  pain, no more hurt no more grief.

Falling now, floating now I welcome this feeling of relief.


The water is ice cold

I flail a little but find nought to hold.

Silence, silence soft as silk and so pure.

Peace at last I can endure no more.




33 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. penpusherpen
    Mar 25, 2014 @ 23:09:04

    A haunting piece Sweet Willow, you caught the mood and need/search for peace, everlasting so, so well. Warmest of hugs. xPenx


  2. Brenda
    Mar 26, 2014 @ 00:02:24

    So sad, when one feels no other option exists. Life always turns around.


  3. Eric Alagan
    Mar 26, 2014 @ 00:40:11

    From this we escape
    Escape to what, I wonder
    As PennyG said – haunting.


  4. Let's CUT the Crap!
    Mar 26, 2014 @ 02:36:28

    Sound desperate for an ending. I found this chilling.


  5. Vefday
    Mar 26, 2014 @ 12:02:32

    Oh I love this song .. always enjoy your posts.


  6. bearspawprint
    Mar 27, 2014 @ 03:43:41

    OK Grandma. Step back from the edge.


    • willowdot21
      Mar 27, 2014 @ 11:34:08

      The lady in question was not a grandma to be . 🙂 had she of been she’d of had a reason to try a little longer.
      Bless you


      • bearspawprint
        Mar 27, 2014 @ 12:34:16


        Have you ever had swim lessons? Water therapy is easier on backs and joints due to the helpful buoyancy. Especially in saline pools. You can wear one of the new sun-blocking swim-tees to be comfortable. Might even be fun. 🙂

      • willowdot21
        Mar 27, 2014 @ 18:50:21

        I have had aqua therapy after breaking my back the first time 14yrs ago. I am not keen on swimming. I am not a good swimmer. I nearly drowned age 5yrs
        I fell into the river Isis I remember as clear as day the fear the cold the wet! Then the wonderful feeling of my father’s strong arms lifting me out of the water . swimming therapy? Not for Mr Bear. xxxxx

      • bearspawprint
        Mar 27, 2014 @ 19:48:40

        Ooo not in a cold dark river! In a heated pool with plenty of strong competent instructors everywhere. Maybe just ordinary swim lessons instead of therapy, so that it is fun. In the newer saline pools the water feels almost soft. I got to swim in one once, about 10 years (good grief time flies!!!!) ago. They don’t need chlorine to keep the bacteria down so they don’t burn your eyes, the mild salt solution is similar to tears. Like Alice. ….. Something for just you…. just a thought. XXXXX

      • willowdot21
        Mar 27, 2014 @ 21:28:36

        A good thought , thank you a good thought!

      • bearspawprint
        Mar 27, 2014 @ 21:36:26

        okey dokey XXX

      • willowdot21
        Mar 27, 2014 @ 21:37:36


  7. Samanthamj
    Mar 30, 2014 @ 05:48:26

    Dark and moving… Awesome poem about a not so awesome topic…. and, I love the song choice to go with it.


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