facing the winter
of a hearse driven life
you soldier on
with skeletons in the closet
clacking along
the last frost covered leaf
curled and brown, laced with silver,
blows away in the wind
the wind,
there to bite you
sting you,
remind you
of regrets and demons without, within—cackling
in the still-deadness
where your still-living questions
ask if you have left
them behind
they pick lustily
at your flesh, with tempting,
at your mind, with amoebic doubts—
troll-like, in a present-day quagmire
on one side of the bridge; whereupon crossing
you hear a voice
which says to Call This
The Bridge Where You Rename Yourself
And Forgiven, And Worth
Overcomer Being
Names like Loved
Copyright 2012 Jennifer Wagner
Inspiration: Isaiah
62, Revelation 2, and a dream that woke me up
For the prompt at Poetry Jam and for Poets United Poetry Pantry
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*Note: this piece doesn't read right on most hand-held devices. For accuracy read on a larger screen.