Sometimes we have to "burn bridges" in our life to cause change. Change is not an easy process.
It’s been years since the bridges burned
Most are fully destroyed
Still, a few are hard to avoid
Recently I’ve notice that some continue to smolder
Smoke and ash is left
No matter how hard I try to cover it up
It lifts from the piles
I’ve landscaped around them
Deceiving by a smile
Knowing it’s still there, all the while
New paths mark the place I once walked
A different conversation takes the place
With words I once talked
But, the remains of old bridges I once crossed
Still haunt…..
It’s been years since the bridges burned
Violent rage, heart brokenness, or change
Some reasons I wont explain
Events linked together in a chain
The chain is broken now
Pieces flung into the pile
Dangerously I sift through it….
…Just every once and awhile
It’s been years since the bridges burned
Not wanting to build them up again
Temptation is a battle I am equip to win
Trying to be satisfied
With the way things are
Sometimes that’s really hard
I refuse to let down my guard!
It’s been years since the bridges burned
I’m glad they are gone
I have the rest of my life to carry on
Examining the rubble
The bridges led me to continuous trouble
I safely walk without them
But sometimes I stumble…
…Into the leftover mess
Inspirational poetry, written from the heart and soul. Verses that are well-suited for reading on a rainy day and that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your face.
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Blessings,
Christine
Ciao,
Ragno Donna
Be always safe,
Karen