The Bridge Poem by Gerry Legister

I cross the distant bride with a passion
As ammunition fighting the brewing storm
Of grey grim faces wet with slow motion,
To ambush my newly found joy and charm.

Smiling with starved shadows, they warm
The shivering hearts with bleating voices,
Make pretense carry me far from my dream,
To open the arch spanned widened eyes.

Where changes are shackled to cultural disguise
This gift, this treasure, this heartbeat on edge
Releases me from my captors tortured device,
And gives strength to cross over the bridge.

The breath of morning came like a friend
Lingering in the air to resist the darkness.
It made my heart beats again with the changing wind,
Crushing the chill wrapped dark wilderness.

We can build a bridge to heal the soul,
Free to love again a little longer every day.
After years of pain, and lives burned out of control
Leaving wispy trails from the bruising you had to pay.