Broken bridges
can be mended
as long as we exist
but only if both ends
stubbornly persist.
Recovering from Estrangement
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RED GLADIOLA 
So true too. This is a wise poem and has special meaning to me.
I’m glad it does. =)
Oh I love it! 🙂
Thanks!
Well done.
=)
Sigh! Nothing more true than that.
Indeed! Hard to build a one-sided relationship. =)
few words, deep meaning. Lovely post dear friend
Happy you thought so! =)
Yes! Persistence is at the heart of so much!
With some breaks in-between to recharge. *winks*
resilient
~
wires
=)
Beautiful, tho I wonder if sometimes – would it be better, to just build a new bridge, and get over it – I wonder 😉
That is an option, too! Although I find only time can help you get over losing the old ones. The wreckage stays.
Of course, like bereavement, I think you never do get over it, just learn to live with it, it’s a different landscape! Wishing you, Peace Joy and Love x
Yes. Hands-across-the-water. Nice.
Thanks! ❤
Reblogged this on Rad But Really Sad.
How true!!
=)
Yes, very true. You summed up my life in just a few lines 🙂 Broken bridges being fixed by myself and not by the other.
Take a herculean effort if it’s just one person. =)