I Would Though I Cannot

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


a fall not found until spring

my debate

open water

ice floe

which might guarantee my body


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




Thirty five years later

I will take my meds instead

©️ Scott F Savage 5/2020


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3 thoughts on “I Would Though I Cannot

    1. 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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