Thursday, March 31, 2016

Bridge Burning


I stand on the edge
     looking back,
     but there is no return.
The chasm is deep and wide.
There is no going back
     to my old life.

My bridge is burned.
I set it on fire myself,
     knowing I needed to cross
     and never return.

Looking back, like Lots wife,
     a part of me longs for
     the old comfortable ways,
even though I know they
     just led to misery.

But the bridge is burned.
The fire of confession
     consumed it,
and now I must resolutely
     begin my first fearful
     steps on my new path,
    a path of growth.

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