Bridge

The cable was strong
binding the two together
but after years
and stormy weather
it began to show signs of age
and as a new storm raged
it started to fray
until one day
only the thinnest wire remained
and, to the untrained eye
it might have looked just fine
but it was ready to let go
could never go back
to how it once was
mending wasn’t possible
rust and corrosion
from the salty air
scared those who stood close by
I cried
when I saw the last wire snap
the two began to drift apart
and the frayed wire slapped
the side
as the last gusts of wind
died down
and the storm grew fainter
moving further out to sea

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel.
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