When once I approach a bridge I mount my fear by extending my hand, as I did with my father years ago. We approached a grated expanse and I implored he catch me should I fall. Safely then on the other side, he having held me the entire way, I knew I was forever indebted. I still don't like bridges and I don't like admitting that something scares me, but I hate that debt most of all.
How great our wish to be independent and, if we are honest with ourselves; how impossible.
A lovely poem-thank you.
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Thank you. 🙂
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In my humble opinion, challenges and hurdles are placed into our lives to give us the chance to learn and grow OR to allow another the same opportunity through our weakness/need. You perhaps gave more to your father than he ever gave to you.
Your honest expression tells a great story.
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I appreciate the thoughtful response!
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Philessatry,
This was a beautiful writing.
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Thank you, Kathy. I appreciate you reading and hope you continue to enjoy my work.
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I really like this one!
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