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When expectations implode
Fiery explosions on black sky
She gathers the debris
And builds bridges miles high
When disappointment bites
Wild sharp-toothed boar
She patches breached fences
And builds bridges to explore
When frustrating thoughts fetter
Downed, live electric wires
She clears obstructed paths
And builds bridges over mires
When whimsical dreams darken
Nightmares chillingly real
She strengthens healthy friendships
And builds bridges—cables of steel
Oh, to build glorious bridges
To accept and trust and rejoice
To reach deep inside
And silence the negative voice
That impedes creative innovation
Halts progress before it starts
Puts a stop order on the work
That mends minds and souls and hearts
My bridge is not yet finished
It’s a work in progress, though
It’s not the famed Verrazano
Or the infamous Kosciusko
It’s the span that will connect
The splintered parts that ruptured
Piles, girders, trusses, piers
To create a superstructure
Beautifully written. May we all strive to be bridge builders.