bridges

i keep building bridges

that crumble beneath my feet

their foundations so beguiling

its first planks laid each time with buoyant possibility

and slapdashedly cemented with surging passion

yet with the slightest of tremors i hear the cracks

i cannot toil alone and yet that is what i find.

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at last defeated

leaping haphazardly to my taken-for-granted land

casting wayward glances at the place we’ll never reach

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i envy those who have met in the middle

and have found the power to walk on water

hand in hand.

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3 thoughts on “bridges

  1. Ivy says:

    All I can say is “Wow.”

    This goes hand in hand with my post entitled “Building Bridges”

    I hope my attempt to add a link above worked 🙂

    Thanks for the good read.
    Ivy

  2. ~Lady Day says:

    perhaps it just appears they are hand in hand, and hear the creaking…and are just hoping. xo

  3. Pawan Hira says:

    Is that the bridge of distance, on which you are mapping your journey ?
    How calculated defeat this is, but then I clearly see trio of — Hope, regret, and love.

    The water, and the bridge is a play with emotional distance of modern terms.

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