Soaring

Standing on the edge of the concrete bridge
I look down towards the icy cold water below.
The rocks embedded in the water form an unique design.
I see my reflection in the water and I see a troubled soul.
Is this all that I am I ask myself?
My reflection reminds me of
A past that haunts me every day
And a future that seems so bleak.
Years of dulling my emotional pain with a razor blade
Have left an artistic pattern on my arms.
So many dreams shattered and gone
And replaced with anger and hurt and hatred!
I look at my reflection in the water once more.
And this time it speaks to me!
Continue using the razor blade or jump into the water?
I take one last look up at the clouds in the blue sky
And just like that I am soaring through the air
To the rocks in the water below!