That place with that bridge

Letting go is harder than holding on
Watching that bridge burn as you walk away, the red hot flames engulfing everything in its path.

You walked over it often, leaving and returning, more times than you care to admit. It was  always so familiar, the nooks and crannies. You knew every loose board, and worn nail, never realising you were returning to a prison of your own making.

But don't look back now,  just straight ahead.
The road is clear for you to take
Be strong, be brave, be courageous!
And watch the world around slowly get that little bit greener and that little bit brighter.

Feel your heart begin to slowly beat again, like butterfly wings on a clear spring morning.
And before you know it you will be flying, soaring high above it all

And that place with that bridge that you once knew so well, willl simply be a picture, in a frame in the bottom of a draw, to remind you not of where you were but what you overcame.