The Bridge Broke, Once Again
Relapsing
sets you back
what feels like a million steps.
And suddenly
all the distance
you've travelled
feels
invisible.
There wasn't a reason.
There was just me.
I built a steady bridge
but it was destroyed
by one storm that lasted a few
minutes.
The damage, however,
stayed much longer.
The storm passed,
I'm still on the floor.
And the silence is louder than the storm.
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