The bridges fell one day
leaving me stranded on the other side of the place
that could have been my home.
A home.
I realized only when I was placed out of it.
–
These bridges that betray me now
have once been the only companion to my lonely feet.
All that kept me alive
have turned against me, and it hurts
only because I remember the days
when I loved them for the same strength
that they now use against me.
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Nayana… Those bridges represent family.
Simply said yet very thought provoking.
Yes, they do. Those bridges are our family and friends who are biggest strength and biggest weakness.
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Beautiful
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A nice metaphor
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Fabulous
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How are you able to analogize so well!
😊 Glad you like it… I am not sure about my writing… But I try to do my best.
Thank you for your kind words 😁
very powerful, great writing
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