Resist
The urge to intervene,
It may appear insane
Not to,
The bridge may seem
On the verge of breaking,
The crack across its centre
Ever widening.

You believe you possess
The bonding glue,
Magic woven into
Its very essence;
In your effervescence,
To make things right, to mend,
You fail to see
The crack expanding,
Spreading its presence,
Across the length and breadth
Of this doomed bridge.

Sometimes a chasm
Isn’t meant to be bridged,
It exists,
Because the ends
Fail to meet,
Because they
Resist.

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