The Bridge : Outter Narrative

She couldn't cross;

couldn't manage to move one foot in front of the other,

couldn't manage forward regardless of whether she wanted to or not.

Her feet were tethered to the ground, 

she - the tree, her feet - the roots searching for something - nourishment that wasn't available on the side she currently resided.

She couldn't cross;

the wind held the property of a voice, it began to speak... It knew her name... It knew her weakness too and how to use it effectively.

It told her not to move,

told her that the bridge could giveaway under her feet;

She - herself knew she couldn't swim, she knew she wouldn't be able to float on account that she wouldn't drop the baggage that she carried.

She couldn't cross;

She was weary of the stranger she'd meet on the other side.