The bridge of trust smashed by bad judgement. It was made of bamboo anyway. A stone bridge would have stronger foundations to withstand this indiscretion.
Would the deep cracks limit it's resurrection?
I've rebuilt my side of the bridge but your side has drifted away down stream due to the earlier misconstruction.
The shaky understructure unable to withstand the bamboo obliteration.

Sometimes I use
Concealer
As foundation
Because my entire face
Is a blemish
I am desperately trying
To cover up

My mom was angry
My sister didn't understand
Thought I was insane for spending that much
On a tiny bottle of foundation
But what they don't realize is
This bottle of heavy duty
Full coverage
Long lasting
Foundation
Gives me confidence to wear my hair back
Out of my face
Bright lipsticks
Dramatic eyeliner
And not feel like I want to die
And that is
Priceless

Writer’s block is the misplaced brick in one’s conceptual “university”.

© Matthew Harlovic

Forgiveness eases the soul,
Overwhelms each one and all.
Unity is what we need.
Nevertheless, we have it now,
     right now, indeed.
Differences among us should not break
    us apart.
After all, it's our institution that would
    take the hurt.
Trust and trust you shall reap
In times of doubts and during mischief.
Openness sets your spirit free,
Nothing more, nothing less if you keep it
     everyday.
Done is the past,
And time to move on at last.
You and me, each one and all, this message
     is for meant to be.

Home is where the souls reside
Heart’s mantra is only bliss
Happiness spilling beyond four walls
The roof above shelters the love
Strong foundation of only truth
Ecstatic moments of fun and frolic
Home which shelters lovely souls
It’s just not a structure anymore
Housing the home in your heart