In the wreckage of trust,
we gather the fragments,
each shard a lesson,
each splinter a step toward light.
Let us speak the unspoken,
words hung like low clouds,
unraveling the knots of resentment,
finding courage in vulnerability.
With open hearts,
we can bridge the chasms,
threading honesty into our seams,
weaving new patterns from the old.
Forgiveness is a gentle river,
flowing through the cracks,
softening the edges of our wounds,
drawing us back to the shore.
Together, we can map a path
through the overgrowth,
reclaiming the thoroughfares
with kindness as our compass,
compassion as our guide.
In the distance, new bridges await,
bold and unyielding,
built on the promise of understanding,
on the hope that we are stronger
when we rise together,
turning the ruins of yesterday
into the foundation of tomorrow.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: companion piece to “Severed Bridges” which should be posted in 24 hour’s time, from this posting.
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Comments5
Not so cryptic this read sets a course through past devestation to new understanding and structure that will withstand time and its ravishes. Lovely words my friend.
Thanks Soren, feels good to fit in some range.
Good write A.
Thanks O 🙏🏻
Wonderful positive words arqios, let us all cross those bridges ahead of us.
Andy
very nicely poemed sir a little masterpiece if you ask me .. 👍
i agree that 'kindness is our compass, and compassion our guide' to live a beautiful and fruitful life..good one
Thanks NafisaSB 🙏🏻
you are welcome..have a productive day
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