Secret Bridge

In my dreams I often see bridges!!

I cross some effortlessly.

I cross some sedulously as though each step would mean life.

I  walk through a bridge in a hailstorm, only to end up in a perilous path on other side.

I cross the tiny wooden bridge, not knowing the wrath of gushing waters.

I cross the large steel bridge, with crystal clears waters flowing below.

I walk on the bridge and freeze midway, not knowing which way to take.

I cross some vociferously laughing, swinging on those hanging bridges.

I cross some blindly, sometimes there is no visibility of what next.

I look down the bridge, to see how deep and far the waters below are.

Some bridges I just sit in solitude, when crossing gets exhausting.

I wave good bye to my loved ones, they warn; this is not an easy one to cross.

Lest, I take a leap of faith, encountered by giant waves, trapped, no where to go.

I chant a silent prayer, 

Secret bridge opens up!!!

I cross the secret bridge! To find what??

Enchanted forest! 

Patients! waiting to see me! 

Cliched or calling! 

I found the right bridge!!