When the sound of a slamming door
echoes for too long, it reveals truths
only a healed heart can hear
Because before it closed, it framed the gateway
to promises made and dreams held,
somehow innocent in intention
Because as it closed, it carried the weight
of differences unreconciled and frailty revealed,
somehow reinforced in anger
Because after it closed, it defined the difference
of what came before and what would be,
somehow twisted in solid foundations
When those intentions uttered so long ago still linger
after slamming doors fall silent and friendship comes full circle,
that door serves as a bridge connecting you and I
photo: mine
prompt: Discover Challenge
Writing and Reflections 
[…] Steps Times TwoSeeking Bridges […]
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That first stanza is stunning – “echos…truths…only a healed heart can hear” This idea goes full cycle with descriptions of before, as, and after the closing to come back around to being a bridge. I enjoy the balance of your crafting as well as the idea of the door joining the same people it separates.
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Thank you!
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