A bridge –
A connection between two shores.
A strong one sometimes,
Sometimes not so strong.
Each side thinks the bridge betrayed it,
Befriended the other side
When in reality
The bridge is on both sides
It doesn’t choose.
Or else it will cease to be what it is –
There are times when being a bridge is a delightful prospect
When Sun is shining and people meet in the middle to spend time together.
There are other times when being a bridge simply means trying to reconcile people.
Being a bridge can be exhausting.
But one cannot fight the calling
Or placement, for that matter.
I just wish there were more happy moments and less painful moments.
I am not choosing sides – I am on both.