Walking across the old bridge, knowing it could fall at any time,
I contemplated the choices and chances that alone are mine.
To wait for the pain and suffering of today to surely pass,
Or to say I have had enough, and this day will be my last.
As I enjoyed the perpetual movement of the waves of the sea,
I thought of the many pleasures yet to be presented to me.
And I realized that, in this life, pain comes and eventually goes.
So, I choose life today, with its uncertain ebb and flow.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers from Rochelle Wiseoff-Fields. Write a story or poem of 100 or fewer words from the photo prompt given. Also written for April Writing Prompts from Putting My Feet in the Dirt: Choices and Chances.