Today, I am the troll under the bridge. I am down below, in the dark, damp underneath of living. The bridge I'm under is my own escape to brightness and lightness. We all fall off our bridges sometimes...it's the cycle of life. I don't like where I am in the circle though. I am weary, and I am sick. It takes a mindset to climb up the embankment, and I can't find that right now...
I can conquer any emotional train wreck, but, physical squatters leave me helpless, and at mercy.
Ugh! This bridge above me creaks with the weight of the stress crossing it--a seemingly never-ending parade of troubles and setbacks.
Sometimes, we just need someone....someone to listen, to care, and to talk us through. Yeah, even me...the tough little turtle troll, with her head in her shell for safe-keeping. Ah...sweet tomorrow....come soon, and move me again to the pasture of sweet grasses, gentle rain, and rays of light from my star.
