A Poem For Wounded Relationships
I wrote this poem without any intention of making this public. However, in the last couple of days, I have received hundreds of emails from people who watched Closure on Netflix and felt inspired not only to write me, but to mend personal relationships that had previously been estranged. I hope this poem can serve as a response to your messages and as further fodder for positive reform.
As I walk with my phone on airplane-mode
Uninterrupted by calls or texts
One song repeats, as my mind retreats
Into a fury of questions and hope
I wonder if The Bridge is strong enough
to hold my joys and your fears
Will his melanin and your lack thereof
impact the color of our tears?
I've come to find beauty amidst the wondering
to embrace my partial truth
Your silence has demanded that I become content
with the unknowns about my youth
Here we stand at opposite sides
ready to venture across
You bring your frustration and I'll bring my pain
Together we can relinquish these thoughts.
Without this meeting our song would sound different.
incomplete and empty, one-sided, not strong.
Without this attempt we’d stay disconnected
Cut off, detached, all wrong.
It is only through our mutual pain
and the trust hidden underneath our skin
That we can we truly respect ourselves enough
To face the truth within.
You think yourself to be so esoteric
so abstract, so strange, so rare.
we are actually way more alike than dissimilar
We both know alienation, trepidation and despair
The Bridge is our connection point
I hope you’ll meet me halfway
Let’s set aside the classism,
Let’s mend our gaps today.
We all experience dissonance in our lives. Times when we feel so disconnected from those for whom we care for so deeply. One key towards a healthier world is to strengthen relationships. Cross The Bridge.