crossing a bridge

 

I stand on a bridge between vice and virtue, agonizing, grieving, worrying.

I cross the bridge to the other side, to the darkness, and look back at another darkness.

After I burn the bridge I depended on, it lights the way and shows me the pure beauty.

photo by kazuend https://unsplash.com/photos/JIPswodAqvc
photo by kazuend
https://unsplash.com/photos/JIPswodAqvc

For Three Line Tales, Week Twelve

 

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9 Comments Add yours

  1. jansenphoto says:

    Beautiful tension that you generate in these lines!

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    1. nelkumi says:

      You are so kind. Thank you.

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  2. andysmerdon says:

    Courage 🙂 very good!

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  3. Sonya says:

    Great lines 🙂

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    1. nelkumi says:

      Thank you. 😊

      Like

  4. It is true that often it is in the letting go that we can truly see! And usually only after letting go! Great visual using the metaphor of burning the bridge to be able to see.

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    1. nelkumi says:

      Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment.

      Liked by 1 person

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