Poetry

Burning Bridges

With freedom calling loud and clear

She finds herself free from the clutches of fear

Facing once again the truth…

That she was born to roam

So once again she’s found… Burning Bridges

On her way home

Rose Colored lenses tossed aside

There’s no place left

For the truth to hide

Lifetimes past have come round again

Time to repay the debts

Time to release the pain

With freedom calling loud and clear

She finds herself free from the clutches of fear

Facing once again the truth…

That she was born to roam

So once again she’s found… Burning Bridges

On her way home

How bittersweet the taste of freedom

When the path is littered with embers

Leaving pain and heartache to replace

Laughter and joy no one remembers

Taking time, every step to retrace

Hoping for answers that just won’t come

Begging forgiveness for what cannot be undone

With freedom calling loud and clear

She finds herself free from the clutches of fear

Facing once again truth…

That she was born to roam

So once again she’s found… Burning Bridges

On her way home

Burning Bridges was never her chosen path

All the while, she thought she was Building Bridges

Somehow she misjudged the math

About Elizabeth Glick

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