The Bridge

The in-between feels akward. Itchy.
Scary, too.

Not knowing: like a sunburn.
Only in the future …
Traces of happiness and pain.

On the way, someone ventures It needs to be worth it.
Is it me?

Then I see the bridge and start to run.

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