The rocks smothered in tangled vines, 

the rocks so old, so sturdy,

hold the bridge crossing the span 

of dark tunnel. You cross over

the bridge sadder than usual. Choke 

back tears you’ve never out grown. You own

the bridge beneath your feet. As twilight 

settles, you own your own sadness. 

Voices push forward 

                                       but this time 

you brush them away, unafraid.

You eye a vanishing point ahead.

Unafraid, your vision becomes drishti.

The breeze barely lifts your hair.