The monologue of a survivor called Jacqueline Lee

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(A soft voice whispers)  

Some say bridges to the past should be burnt as new stories unfold

When their happy or painful lessons are learnt

So you aren't tempted to return  

So I  

Jacqueline Lee

Miraculously using poetry as a means of free speech

For that's all that's left within my reach

Now I'm free just living in a tenement

On one of life's many strange beaches

Swear an oath to the watching Elementals and Ode Gods

To leave my past behind and those bridges burn

All those pivotal moments that made me cry when I was mad or sad

But bridges I'll forever strengthen and fortify

Are those bridges to family and old friends

Happier times when people were real and all those memories

I can never let Father Time steal

For they give me the strength to grow and know

That deep down inside they all empower me spectacularly

To have a chance to gloriously, thrive

As I pray daily

Kneeling and asking my spirit guides to help me survive

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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