I stood on a bridge
the biting chill
freezing exposed skin
hands wrapped
clinging to a streetlight
behind me
my body hangs forward
glancing upon ice
tears finding open space
where in moments
might I disappear
my boots
heels on the metal base
the streetlight
my toes planted on snow
one shift and a slip.
Thirty five years ago
the Washington bridge
a snowstorm
2am
a fall not found until spring
my debate
open water
ice floe
which might guarantee my body
hides
until the season melts around us again.
no cell phones,
cameras only ideas
just the silence
a beautiful winter night.
Fingertips held strong
in a therapy room
someone told me
they knew their purpose
I like to believe
the gloves were too nice,
a Christmas gift
brand new leather
could palm a basketball
it would take an effort
release my fingers
to let myself fall
to let myself die
follow through
on no idea expressed
only my own
lonely
inclination
Thirty five years later
I will take my meds instead
©️ Scott F Savage 5/2020
Personal Testimony 
So much depression in the world, sending light. X
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Thank you, welcome, this site is going to contain some pretty harsh realities, my numbers are fairly low so give me a comfort level to be Rihanna’s about what’s going on in my heart and soul.
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*real not *Rihanna’s lol
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