Burning Bridges

No matter the choice, No matter the tears,

Whether right or wrong, whether friends or peers;

The water isn't rising but the bridge has been lit,

The fire is coming and I can not stop it.

Lord, grant me the strength to continue on.

I will lose a lot but maybe it won't all be gone. 

Betrayal is unforgivable but love is not forgotten;

The bridge has started burning and I will be the fallen.

Lord, I checked in with you quite a bit

And you said nothing while I felt like a hipocrite. 

I tossed and turned and ground my teeth

And you just stared over me.  

I am in a place I never knew existed;

At least not for me, so don't get it twisted. 

I am not naive but I am none of this

Or maybe I am?

Now that I am in the mix.

No matter the choice, No matter the tears,

Whether right or wrong, whether friends or peers,

The water isn't rising but the bridge has been lit...

The fire is coming and I can not stop it 

I battled for weeks as to what choice to make. 

I played with fire but for good reason, I say.

I dropped the match and it all caught on fire!

Down burns the bridge into a black dusty pile.  

~~grb  10/25/15

(The above photograph belongs to http://www.raindance.org/how-filmmakers-quit-a-day-job-without-burning-bridges/)