Post by Eternity on Nov 24, 2021 22:28:46 GMT
The old familiar place. The older familiar face.
It was a strange feeling, no longer having to walk alone, even here on the other side of this world, she stayed at my side. My beloved Abigail accompanied me across one of the most profound rainbow bridges, even if it was devoid of colour right now.
A bridge too far for more than a hundred wayward souls, each had journeyed so far and come to the grim realisation that they could go no further. That they were so dreadfully alone. Lost and confused, I still hear them screaming, weeping, pleading for help.
One hundred thirty voices shake the beams of Story Bridge still, each a tale of sadness, helplessness, hopelessness and ultimately lifelessness.
I have never known what bothered me most about this place, knowing that nobody cares about it’s grim history or that I care about it too much.
Honestly, it’s enough to drive anybody crazy.
I looked beyond the three metre poles that had been erected in my absence, dead ahead. The bars of some cruel jail that insisted the rest of us live on when they couldn’t. I hadn’t been here in a while, and now I knew it had been far too long.
I still heard them call to me, cry out for my deliverance.
They all looked to me for answers.
A simple suicide solution. The simplest solution of all, in theory. A song, a musical. A crescendo. A death note drawn out across the void between the sea and the Brisbane skyline.
It brought a tear to my eye, but I could not let my dear sweet Abigail see me cry.
She’d already been through much, much too much. I would not add to her pain by sharing my own. Not here. Not now. She deserved better, so much better, so much more from me, and so the shades kept my sorrows private.
I was thankful for many things, standing here, looking out into the Great Beyond. Most of all, for the fact that she could not hear their cries, their screams and their despair. She would not be driven mad by them as I had been, a long, long time ago.
Abigail reached for my hand, squeezed it firmly. Tracked my gaze across the skyline before she spoke softly.
Abigail: Beautiful, ain’t it?
A simple nod, it’s all I could muster when my head felt so heavy, so clouded.
I squeezed her hand back, fingers intertwined, interlocked, to assure her and reassure myself that I was still here, just.
She turned and smiled at me. Beautiful, breathtaking, as it had always been, and as I would always remember it.
Abigail: Thank you for bringin’ me here. For letting me see this with ya. There’s nobody else I’d rather share this view, this moment with. I never thought I’d live long enough to make it this far ta be honest. I should have died long before now.
Me too…
The words left me as barely a whisper, a lump in my throat.
I knew exactly what she meant, what she felt. I felt it too. I meant it too.
And as I turned to face her and lost myself in her gaze, I knew we always would.
There was help. There was hope.
There was a reason we were both still here today.
Still alive, we crossed this bridge hand in hand.
And for once in our lives, it wasn’t a bridge too far…
Thank God.