The Bridge

She stands in the breeze,
looking so free.
She closes her eyes.
Calm, cool, collected.
On the outside.
But nobody knows what she's been through.
It's better that way.
She takes a deep breath.
Smiles.
There is nothing left.
The scars on her body,
they don't control her anymore.
A tear slips down her cheek.
Sweet relief.
She takes a step forward,
and jumps.