by Steven Craig
Yes, it is true that we all have bridges.
We build them with hopes and demolish them with depression.
We tend them with love and burn them with anger.
We pave them with our promises and crater them with our lies.
We need the bridge to reach out to that we run to.
We need the bridge to flee that which pursues us.
Each stone is selected for its strength to cast our thoughts across the abyss
Each stone crumbles when its age has been passed in idle neglect
But a bridge has a life of its own and it yields not to the winds furry
And never to the haunting's of ones nightmare odyssey by day.
It is there because we need it to be there
And it is gone when we no longer care.
Care for that bridge that you build and shape it well
The days of its use will come upon you quick enough.
Then, we shall abide the bridge in its grasp on our lives the briefest moment
Standing there, childlike, crossing into destiny.
Posted on 08/24/2008
Copyright © 2020 Steven Craig
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by A. Paige White on 08/24/08 at 03:29 PM|
"We build them with hopes and demolish them with depression.
We tend them with love and burn them with anger."
How profoundly insightful these two lines were! All of it was good, but these two really caught my attention. I've seen this proved repeatedly in my life. Great writing.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 08/24/08 at 03:43 PM|
Nice write. It seems we walk these bridges trying to breach the numberous caverns we find in life. And how many no not where they stand?