Friday, March 7, 2025
Once Upon A Bridge
Are you okay?
The world never promised to be kind,
but she hadn’t asked for kindness.
She just asked for guidance.
And somehow, their paths converged,
like two raindrops meeting on a windowpane.
Maybe it was fate.
Or God.
Or just the quiet pull of the universe,
bringing them to the same place
at exactly the right moment.
She stepped down from the railing
because he helped her remember
the warmth of sunlight on her face,
the way stars hang in the sky like fireflies,
nights wrapped in the arms of people
who still believed in her.
Now she wakes each morning
with the taste of hope in her mouth,
and she is grateful
for the kindness of a stranger,
and thankful that she chose
to give the world a second chance.
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In the US, dialing 988 will connect you to the national suicide prevention hotline.
Here is a list of hotlines in other countries: https://blog.opencounseling.com/suicide-hotlines/
Please let someone help you. There is always someone who cares. Always.
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