Phoenix Of The Burning Bridge Poem by Lodigiana Poetess

There is a bridge I need to burn.
A burning bridge, now, the only warmth I know I will feel.
Knowing once gone, the only way across is to swim..
I don't swim….
I flounder, I wade,
I splash, I thrash,
I drift…
Without navigation…aimlessly
I have crossed this bridge so many times..with the end in sight,
yet, always out of reach.
We have no choice who we love,
or, who in return, loves us.
I sought to understand her, to forgive,
to stab the devil taunting her,
but always found rejection.
I awake alive to strangers, moribund to those I love.
Whimpering within..unheard..
Pushing back against pain only creates a delusion of passivity.
Invisible scars, unseen, with no wound to excise and release the putridity of pain.
Each word you no longer speak, a sliver of crystal piercing
my fragmented heart.
To be weak one moment then revived the next, is exhausting,
paralysing, in its chaotic oscillation.
It ends now…
I am no warrior,
I am defeated.
I am ashes of the bridges I am burning.
A phoenix to rise?
Maybe? ....