Sunday, December 13, 2020

bridges

is it the holiday season
that brings it all to mind
praying for redemption
for what I leave behind

if I can finally break free
from places I have been
a new year, a new chapter
the old tossed to the wind

shrugging the shroud of the past
without losing what I learned
waste deep in aberration
from bridges that I burned
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