the bridge we trek

is the road we take
to our next destination.

it is nothing but a mere dash or hyphen
stuck between point A and B.
oh yet, how this bridge intimidated us.
it was wooden and it was wobbly.
unsteady to the touch,
uneasy on the eyes.
it made us second guess ourselves,
and caused our anxiety to erupt as it has never done before.
with the crowd of travelers beside us
and the glorious reward just the end of the way,
how could we possibly think about turning around?

winds of worry,
waves of tears,
earthquakes of nervous tremors,
and typhoons of complications,
life tried to destroy this bridge,
so it appeared,
a thousand times over.

but we did not fret,
not enough to jump off at least.
for the crowds of travelers surrounding us
soon became friends.
a new support system flourished.
sturdy beams of friendship,
arches of comic relief,
and caring ears smoothed the path over.
there were even bright lights,
in ever changing forms,
which illuminated the way,
making the bridge we trek
not so unbearable after all.

we have made it through one year friends.

you could say the worst part is over,
or the hard part is only beginning,
but halfway home sounds much better.

congratulations on completing one year of nursing school!