Poem for Day 182 – 20150701
Bridge between the worlds,
the intercessor to a heart constrained,
you've worked magic here,
opening the eyes of one who could not see.
Allow me to share
the person I used to be before I met you.
It is a sad tale
of the one who was once lost before I met you.
Life was askew,
fear was my companion when I went abroad.
were all I met when I walked in the world.
Just slipping away,
my life meant less than nothing to me.
Sorrow filled the space
where soul connections were meant to be.
their cultural norms were foreign to me.
I was distrusting,
fearful of anything new to cloistered me.
distilled over the many generations,
drip dropped in
to taint that place where good should be.
the gulf between was filled with ignorance.
no commonalities bound you to me.
me and mine separate from you and yours.
I’ve broken from them,
you’re the important difference that drives me.
Now I’ve met you,
the world a better place when you're next to me.
discovered in celebration of the person I am now.
A common world held
in this bridge between the you and the me.
A most happy tale
now that that my heart has been released.
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