Bitter Sweet Detours
Burning un-sturdy bridges
Some taste bittersweet dills; some are hot for pills
rise above the bitterness in the stills
when the ground mills; you run for the hills
nothing counts; validation is not what I seek; O no more!
if you keep counts you would know; some hard pills I had to swallow
bittersweet rewards; O but my timeline is so nifty
experiences are different as journeys take a detour
priorities reshuffle; some seek peace; others seek to please
what if I say: I don’t care anymore; I rather burn bridges than stand on dwindling ones
the one that takes me down; is no more my sturdy ground
rise and shine to a new sunshine; leave behind the shadows of the edgy past
burn bridges that will rake you; burning bridges in the ridges
standing on the other side; my timeline is shifting; yet again
to a future, unbeknownst; trusting in a basket of sweet, ripe fruits
I believe; to live, to hope, to cleanse; as I cease to my knees
in the light you’ll see; what truly matters: Is your eternal peace
© Dazzling Shene 2021
Thank you for reading :) Thanks, Melanie J. for kindly publishing my work :)
