The Bridge

 

Go and open the door

glance about

The mysterious myth of your

existence is not fragile

Take those big breaths

Find your determination

The echo of your soul

is soft, but not tender—

Like cool, wet sand

Go and open the door

The rain has stopped

Don’t beat at the walls

of your desperation

Recover the wind

What your heart speaks

is worth hearing 

Listen. Seek.

Go and open the door

Yesterday doesn’t define you

The winds of heaven—

the true colors of your life—

fly to you in an instant 

Exit the maze of perfectionism

Fall into the communion

of long-delayed realization

that the bridge leads to

amazement and admiration

5/1/2024

4:49 pm

 

Composed at the last Creative Writing Club meeting

using word tiles, a list of words the member generated,

and opening lines from other poems as fodder for creation.