The Healing Bridge

I sit curled and hidden under my bridge My place to think, my comfort dwelling To calm myself from unsympathetic panic and anxiety My untouchable place, a place to ponder Restoring my body, mind and chaotic sensory perception I remain invisible under my healing bridge Restoring my psychoanalytical brain process To a more level orientation Damage limitation quietly undoing The blackened anxiety and panic which mocks Slowly fading to manageable levels My healing bridge is a lonely figure Of which I can identify Cold stone and clinical metal A depressing site to some To me it is like a medicine or magic pill Which takes my negative poisons away The bridge will be around long after I have gone I hope my healing bridge gives comfort to a troubled someone And can help take their pain away