Walls and Bridges

Stone upon stone, a rising barrier, a line drawn in dust, a whispered exclusion, a fortress of fear, a monument to division. Walls of language, walls of belief, walls of history, walls of the heart, each a silent sentinel, guarding its own lonely keep. But hands reach out, across the chasm, timber and steel, a span of hope, a bridge arching, a promise of connection. Words become pathways, stories become shared journeys, laughter echoes, a symphony of understanding, a bridge built with empathy, stone by fragile stone. The map unfolds, a tapestry of possibility, where borders blur, where differences dissolve, where the other becomes a reflection of ourselves. Is it a naive dream, a fragile illusion, to believe that bridges can outlast walls, that connection can conquer isolation? Or is it a stubborn hope, a defiant act of faith, a recognition that our shared humanity, is stronger than any barrier we can build? Do we choose the solitude of our self-made prisons? Or do we dare to cross the divide, and discover the world waiting on the other side? ©bfa032625