you walk to the bridge,
biting the skin on your fingers,
tremulous hands,
long brown hair whisking in the wind.

the way you walk,
is filled with determination;
emotionless to the core,
stride after stride,
no thoughts in where you're going
for there is no turning back.

the time is now,
no reason to back out.
you've made it this far;
all that is left
is to cease the deed.

place your bag on the floor,
step up on the railing,
cold wind blowing around,
spread your wings far and wide;
and get ready to fly.

no more cares in the world,
the wind picks up speed,
hair whipping your face;
nothing matters this day
for there is only one way.

no jumping involved,
you let gravity do it all
you are flying now,
but unlike a bird;
for birds don't usually go down.