Chasm of the Heart

Christiana stood at the edge of the bridge, the sound of the thundering waterfall mirroring her heart. With her mother’s passing, Christiana feared that her tears and pain would sweep her under, never to resurface. It’s yet another chasm I must cross. Christiana took a deep breath and started across the bridge. She closed her eyes and ran her hand along the railing. The falls misted her face washing it of tears. Once on the other side, she looked back. In time, she would cross more bridges, and her pain, like the roar of the falls, would fade into silence.