We go through life trying to make connections,
Building bridges.
But who would have ever guessed.
That sometimes our path is lit from the flames
Of the bridges we loved the best.
For whatever reason we strike the match,
For our good or for theirs.
Once it goes up in flames,
There's little chance of repairs.
For these bridges we break our own hearts,
Shedding tears for a time.
Trying to hold on to the memories
Unchanging, forever in their prime.
We struggle to hold on
And letting go is a fight.
But sometimes it’s for the best
To let the past ignite.
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Author:
CLM (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
I enjoyed your poem very much. "let the past ignite," sound advice.
Thank you
Much truth in your words CLM but the bridges of love can always be repaired in ones mind and heart.
Andy
That is true, unfortunately sometimes it’s best to let those bridges burn.
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