I cried the river that flowed
beneath the bridge.
How can we ever find our way,
when you have burned the bridge?
You did not even care enough
to leave me my dignity to hold onto.
I weather the storm alone.
Thunder rumbles, still echoing betrayal.
There is no rainbow after this storm.
There is no dawn beyond this darkness.
Will we meet on the far side of tomorrow,
or will you remain forever lost?
Poem & Picture: McGuffy Ann Morris
Linked to: Two Shoes Tuesday