Bridge Over The River (poem)
This poem was written by a client after his therapy, reflecting on overcoming suicidal feelings.
I’m going down to the Bridge over the River
The Bridge has been for many years a place that I would go
It was not always for reasons of good
It was usually for me to find a way out
And to slip from this World to another place.
For I suffer with Depression, it is sometimes called the Black Dog
But I look at it as though you are in a straight jacket
And thrown in cement, it’s suffocating
It makes you want to burst out in tears
With all those pent up fears
I’m going down to the Bridge
A place I visit when the feeling falls
I gather my thoughts at that place
Collect all the bad, negative and oh so unhappy
Feelings of bad and feelings of sad
Those feelings like cement in your boots
Feelings of dread
Feelings you want to be dead
These feelings I collect and write them on a paper
They get folded to a Boat
Look at the Boat one last time
Rub your fingers up and down
For they are now sealed in
Then you launch it into the water passing below
It doesn’t matter if the flow is fast or slow
It will take that negative energy away and will grow
Into something new in another part of the World away from You.
Wave to the boat now far away a secret bye
Containing feelings of rubbish or rubbish feelings
For now payback the bridge that has carried you this far
By turning and continuing your walk
Those thoughts now way gone and out to sea
Can be sealed in a café with coffee or tea.
Mark V.