Blogs by Lori S. Maynard
Another bridge slips below the waves
1/6/2006 5:59:31 PM
Recently, a very historic covered bridge slipped into a swollen river and started to float away piece by piece. This was the only bridge like it in the world. And now...now it's nothing more than water logged, splintered shards that a crane was able to lift out of the water.
That sounds like my soul right now. Awash in pain and lost to the ever turbulent tug of the waters around... I watch as more and more of me is swept away and carried to parts unknown.
I've stood through the winds of change, the rains of despair and the glaring sun when days were good. But, over time...all things fade. All things slip away. Like that humble bridge, I've simply slipped into the waters while others only look on out of curiosity.
It's funny how we are always looking for love and always convinced that it's there and looking for us. No matter the pains that are served to us in life, sometimes we just push those beyond our thoughts. Each pain fractures us somehow...whether we feel it or not...sooner or later, those fractures can crumble an empire.
Alas, when we finally find love in life, it becomes nothing more than a dusty crystal ball. Where we once had seen our future, there is nothing more than a dusty oddity. We neglect it. We allow it to neglect us.
It's as though we're living this grand competion. We must have this, we must accomplish that. I, me, I, mine... I had forgotten what it was like to be human.
Then, two days ago, all the pains that I had pushed aside suddenly exploded. I cried. I grieved. I know that it's OK to feel sad. Every emotion that a person can dream of filled me. I wasn't a statue pushing things aside and trying to figure things out. I wasn't in a phoney relationship and listening to lies and falsehoods. I was just me in my own life on my own time.
Regardless of how dark and churning the flood waters are, they always recede. Though this small bridge has slipped below the waves, it can be rebuilt.
It will be able to support the weight of life again.
We will all find our happiness one day and those who've already found it...hang on to it for all that it's worth! It's not something that can be found so easily. It is truly a gift from something more divine than ourselves. It doesn't think I, me, I, mine...it thinks You, Us and Ours.
This is just something that is going through my mind right now. I'm your typical suffering poet...have to write of the heartache and the pain that life bestows upon us.
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• Frozen Ghosts - Sunday, February 05, 2006
• In Life Again - Friday, January 20, 2006
• A Cold and Empty Wind - Wednesday, January 18, 2006
• Indecision - Saturday, January 14, 2006
• As the Pendulum Tumbles - Monday, January 09, 2006
• Another bridge slips below the waves - Friday, January 06, 2006
• Love after divorce? - Tuesday, November 29, 2005
• Yeah, it's Friday! - Friday, August 12, 2005
• augh* - Thursday, August 11, 2005
• What is Fate?? - Monday, August 08, 2005
• Dirty Chrome - Monday, June 06, 2005
• What to say? - Friday, April 29, 2005
• Another passing - Tuesday, December 28, 2004
• Solemn Week - Friday, October 22, 2004
• Wreck - Wednesday, October 13, 2004
• Another terrible day - Tuesday, October 12, 2004
• tired mind on tired day - Saturday, September 04, 2004
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