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Bridge To Nowhere
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Once I believed in the truth of man.
That was before the pain,
like a summer rain followed me.
Now I have discovered the mirror,
The mirror of truth, reflecting what you want to see.
I have not been mislead, but choose to gaze in the mirror.
Always, there is loneliness and hurts...
but I choose to only view the happy times,
in so doing I am shocked from time to time.
when the pain won't stay hidden,
crushing me like a thunderstorm.
no longer the gentle remainder,
peeking around the corner of truth.
I can only blame my own needy heart
my hurts are mine to bare
I carry you, my pain in my heart and mind.
judging by the trail you have left.
I fallow hoping for once I will find true strength.
waiting for me though, and only shadows and indications.
I know the truth not by disclosure but by instinct,
still I forge ahead, not looking back...
knowing in my heart that this is the same as in the past.
endless hope living on, trudging to the end.
when the mirror cracks and the truth of you is revealed...
My heart breaks a little, just as before.
You could not be straight with me,
or maybe I could just not except real truth.
Do we really want the truth?
or do we need the deception,
in order to get past human failings.
then I don't want to get past them any longer.
I want to stop the hurts and sorrows.
Build a bridge for me to cross,
cross the sea of disappointments and loneliness...
the maze of disenchantment is mine.
build me a bridge to see the failings and still accept.
To know and still love, giving the full truth.
not just part, trust that I will love, but love me also.
give my heart solace.
share with me the love that I seek.
be true to me, don't let this cynical witch case her dye.
turning me into another untrusting love skeptic,
refusing to cross the bridge too true happiness.
if it exists...
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Holding on to our pain and injuries as though we're birds,
with broken wings showing it for all to see.
Saying see I have been wronged feel for me...
If, instead we examined those same hurts and pain one at a time,
We could learn to fly free!
Look deep into the feathers of injuries and pain layered there,
one on top of the other and make the choice to examine them all.
Look thru the magnifying glass of love and forgiveness.
Search out the source and know that with time and practice...
Each feather will heal and grow strong.
If only you will forgive and let go...
knowing it is not an easy choice.
Easier still is to hobble along dragging your wing behind
seeking sympathy from all you meet.
Do you remember your childhood dreams?
You can't find them carrying so much pain
You will only drift from one hurt to another.
Each wing has layers of feathers, some short-some long.
In a healed wing the dream feathers protect
against pain, and sorrows.
In the broken wing the pain protects the dream ...
if no one gets past the pain then the dream is safe
For a while as lays forgotten,
like fine china in a china cabinet that no one can see.
It soon fades into distant memories...
but, with the healed wing,
the dream is alive and thrives from much use.
Soaring high above the rest,
show your dreams, let go of the harm done to you.
Weather through intent or accident,
holding them to you only keeps you grounded to your perch.
Nestled in your thorny roost, lifeless...
having only a sorrowful existence for company
You were meant for so much more ...
From the beginning of time men have longed to fly free
stretching out our wings and feeling the breeze lift us up.
So throw away your cast and fly ...
Give it away, let the past be just that.
Taking one feather at a time healing them slowly
then moving on to the next.
Until you are free.
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Broken wing
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