Why...

Walking towards the bridge, wincing at every step, resisting running,
a feeling in my chest that makes me want to leave.
I must continue,
I don’t know why, but I must
I just know it. But I don’t want to confront it
but I have too, there is no other choice, but must I?
I must, but I can't
I can
continuing to walk, each step a stab in the worst places
finally, I reach the peak, ready to look
I confront my fears.

There is a teddy bear
at the bridge
I look over the edge, a small figure
floating in the water
I should have ran while I could
shouldn’t have faced my fears
Why did this happen?
How did this happen!?
Why did I have to find this?
Why?
Why!?
Why!
How could I continue now?
just why!?

The bear
The child once held the bear
with love
not more
but
the bear is still here
the bear is all that's left
the bear must have meant a lot
and it still does
a symbol of love
something that can't be forgotten
something a dying child loved
then lost
but the bear is still here
how could the bear handle this?
Because it doesn’t feel...
I wish I was like the bear
but I’m not
so, I must continue
that's how I can be like the bear
continuing
and not be like the child
and give up.