Poetry

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There’s a bridge that joins two sides

Don’t be hesitant to cross

When I am I look into the dark

And

Take one step at a time

There’s a bridge to your heart

That splits

But you’re whole

Believe it you are

Don’t be afraid of heights

Or vertical horizons

Or horizontal hopes

That seem to go on and on

There’s a bridge and you’re walking

One foot at a time

Before you know it

Beaming with joy

There’s a bridge that’s not needed

Two sides become one

You

Lost

You can knock on wood in a dark forest of dreams

But there’s not always a right answer

Or secrets hidden in trees

You are your pathway

You are your guiding light

Keep wandering

And you’ll be free

Dreams can be the fabric of what holds you together

Or the thread that when pulled

Makes you fall apart

Stitched days become weeks

Tired and weak

You wait for quilted warmth

None of us learned how to sew

Haystack needle

We put it there

Finding ourselves along the way

The lies we tell ourselves

To get through the day

Pale in comparison to the crime

Of kicking the can of our dreams down the road

You lose things

With loose strings

So I’m always tied up

With this and that

Not knowing

Or knot knowing

Cutting holes

To breathe

At the end of my rope

I’m tired and untied

Hands in the air

Unwoven because I’ve tried

You lose things

With loose strings

Untangling it all

Of course I care