05/09/2018

CLM

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.

  • Author: CLM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 13th, 2021 08:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Trenz Pruca

    I enjoyed your poem very much. "let the past ignite," sound advice.

    • CLM

      Thank you

    • Goldfinch60

      Much truth in your words CLM but the bridges of love can always be repaired in ones mind and heart.

      Andy

      • CLM

        That is true, unfortunately sometimes it’s best to let those bridges burn.



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