The Bridges That Are Life

I've heard them tell me that life is a gift ,given I've even heard them say life is a journey Chartered upon many mountains, delighting to be traversed What say you, damsel lady! I know life to be bushy thorns That every road I have travelled has been dusty, rocky with the sight of potholes at every turn. The dust greeting me, long-lost companions What say they, damsel lady!  I know life for what it is A destination of endless walks I know life never cared about me! The sun peaked and it went back to sleep Never did the sun relieve me on this journey What say You, damsel lady! The choice was never mine Simply I was put on this path and pointed forward They told me what was north and I was to learn south and its opposing friends They told me life was a journey, but all I have known is pain. Was pain the journey? Were my worn-out shoes the lesson I had to learn? What say I, damsel lady! I say, I have traversed the bridges that are my life What is journey? Moving forward or travelling backwards? Must I even keep pacing when day and night have no meaning to me. What is walking if it invites the pain of pleasure I say, damsel lady. I know life! Life is no friend of mine. This journey I have travelled, I am still walking. Where is the gift in that?  My patience is worn through and my sandals are dust. Even these tears desert me for the better companionship of dust. Loneliness is my only companion, YES, maybe that is LIFE!