Magnificent patterns
Of rusty metal
Decorate this bridge
Weakening it’s structure
Loosening it’s bolts
Telling a story of wear and tear
Showing pride, like tattoos
But they happen to be scars
Of a battled past
Time in itself does that…
Generations cross it
Each of them carrying more
Unfelt imperfections
And unhealed cuts and bruises.
How long can this bridge go
Without rejuvenating;
Without love?
I risk to cross it
I walk towards you
In fear of falling
In fear of the bridge
Not taking my heavy heart…
Fast waters underneath
Threaten to wash away
Memories and emotions
And take me away
Into the depths of the oceans.
It’s okay if so.
I’ll turn into an octopus
Dancing in the floating waters
Splashing sand like glitter
Changing colours like clothes
And collecting precious rocks.
(26.05.2024)
Margarida Ventura
