Be the Bridge

Trample over me painted in the all the colours of  love,

a deceptive concept created by con artists for centuries

manufactured by manipulators.

I allowed myself to be the asphalt on the ground for people to walk on. I kept complaining, crying for their suffering and mine.

The day I woke up, I woke up angry wanting my ground to crack and swallow them all. I wanted the whole world to myself.

As I was sitting by the river, contemplating the swans smoothly gliding down its glory, I witnessed a beauty no human could create.

I said no, no beautiful soul. Hold on to your core values and the heart centre of love and let your river flow in a new direction.

I got up, remembered I’m the bridge; for those eager to cross to the other side and to sail beneath my structure.

Initiating peace will always push away the defeated enemy from bombing your bridge.