Poem: bridges


It is not for me to bridge the divide,

Though I give all my soul to the trying;

For all of the hurt that has haunted you,

Taunted you,

Holds you in silence and cages you,

Captures you,

How could I not reach out, dearest

How could I not reach out?

 

It is not for me to bridge the divide,

Though my soul never ceases to try so;

When the pain that imprisons you,

Taunting and haunting you

Oh, to see you set free and restored in your pride!

How can I not reach out,

Dearest, how can I not reach out?

 

It is not for me to bridge the divide,

The silence that holds you is yours to break;

But I whisper my prayers, and I reach out,

I reach out,

Never to doubt you, my darling most dearest,

Chérie, de ne jamais douter de vous

How can I not reach out

Dearest

How can I not reach out?

 

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