Upon a bridge, I stood,
ablaze with furious might,
Flames licked the timbers,
consuming with delight.
A choice made in anger, a severing of ties,
Underneath a stormy, unforgiving guise.
The bridge crumbled, ash to the wind,
A path once open, now to never mend.
With fire in my heart and smoke in my eyes,
I watched our connections turn to goodbyes.
A year has passed, the embers cooled,
Regret has since my heart ruled.
The ashes whisper a tale of woe,
Of a bridge burned down, a self-made foe.
There is no way to cross. The gap is too wide,
My hasty actions, my downfall's tide.
I yearn for the past, for a chance to mend,
But the bridge is gone, with no messages to send.
In solitude, I ponder my regret,
A lesson learned, never to forget.
The cost of pride is too high a price,
For burning bridges in anger's vice.
So here I stand, on this barren side,
With memories of the bridge that died.
A cautionary tale of what comes from wrath,
A path to isolation, a destructive path.
Shadows of the Bridge Burned: Conquering the Fear Within In the theatre of the mind, where shadows play and dance,
Lives a fear, a whisper, of the audience's glance.
The stage is set, and the lights are bright,
but the actor is in fright,
for fear of judgment looms,
far more daunting than the night.
Each step, each word, meticulously weighed,
For in the eyes of others, a price is to be paid.
A misstep, a wrong word, the fear of being wrong.
In the chorus of opinions, where does one belong?
The crowd's gaze is a thousand eyes wide.
In their judgment, one finds nowhere to hide—a labyrinth of thoughts, a prison without bars, Where the fear of disapproval becomes our scars.
To speak one's truth, stand tall, and be bold, can one really hold in the face of criticism?
The fear of rejection, of not fitting the mould,
In the silence of compliance, our true selves are sold.
But what if the fear, a mere illusion, a lie, Is just a reflection of our own critical eye?
What if the voices, the ones we fear the most,
Are silenced by our courage, our own heart's boast?
For, in the end, it's not the opinions of others that define, But the strength to be oneself across the sands of time.
To step out of the shadows, to live without fear,
Let's walk the stage of life with heads held high and embrace our flaws under the vast, open sky.
It's our approval we seek. In life's journey, it is unique, strong, and meek.
Echoes of Courage: Defying the Theater of Doubt From the ashes of the bridge, a seed of hope does grow, It is a tale of loss and love's eternal flow.
For even as the flames consumed what once was there,
The heart learns to forgive, to love, to repair.
Amidst the ruins, a gentle touch, a whisper soft and kind,
Forgiveness blooms, a bridge of a different mind.
Unconditional love, a force both fierce and true,
Bridging gaps unseen, making old bonds new.
No fire too wild, no night too dark and deep,
It can quell the love that we keep in our hearts.
It heals the wounds, it crosses every divide,
A testament to patience, with arms open wide.
This new bridge, not of wood, nor stone, nor steel,
But of understanding, compassion, a love that's real.
It stands not on the land but in the hearts of those,
Who chooses to forgive where true love overflows,
So let us build this bridge, strong and wide,
With kindness as our guide, side by side.
For in forgiveness, in unconditional love's embrace,
We find our way back to a shared and sacred space.
In every heart, a bridge can be rebuilt,
If with empathy, compassion, and love, it's filled.
So from the ashes, let us rise, together and anew,
In a world where love conquers and every heart is true.