Poetry
I’d Build a Bridge to You
Dedicated to the child who survived and the soul that flew away.
The walls went up the day we split
I had to save what was left of me
I didn’t have the tools or the village to rebuild
Didn’t have the strength to extend my hand
Nor the hope that I’d find you reaching back
I was left with nothing but the muck
The self blame, the self disgust…the shame
So I used it for protection and shelter
I built higher than I could see
Praying to be hidden away
Gone from the gaze of boys and men
Sheltered in place, waiting for the storm of life to cease
Yet the rain thrashed against the bearings
Eroding the shell I had created
Leaving me to live in submersion
To be consumed by the things I’ve hidden from
With nothing left to lose I started to break free
And through the tiny opening I had made
I saw you waiting for me on the other side
Patiently you stood outside these walls
Knowing I could heal and see you again
Now I find myself hoarding every piece of debris
Every broken part of me, every drop of blood
Turning them to stone with tears of resilience
Stockpiling hope and determination
For the days where I am too tired to continue
For the days where I want to disappear
For the days where I stop seeing the point
But there is a reason to continue on
Our reunification is imminent
But closure is not what I seek
Because…