Bridge

Shall I compare this life unto a Bridge That spans a river deep and wide with pride? Where we walk on, from Boredom we won't budge, And push each Button just to feel alive. Our Breathing heavy with the weight of time, Our Blood pumping, our hearts beating with zeal, But in this journey, times we cannot climb, And then we stumble and we start to feel. Yet, in between each heartbeat and our pain, Hope has Bloomed like flowers in the spring rain, And we Believe that we will rise again, Renewed, reborn, from ashes of our shame. The Blazing sun may scorch us to the bone, Or we might fall into a deep Binge's thrall, But we won't be defeated or alone, For we will rise, and not answer Blame's call. And once we've reached, the end of our short Birth, We'll leave this world with memories and mirth. March 14, 2023 B--Forms and Words Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Sotto Poet