The Bridge

Bridges have been on my mind these days.

Our country has fractured. There is one big divide.

Each side has further divisions.

Voices scramble to be heard, each hoping to demonize the other side.

Those struggling to be open and neutral are now being shamed into taking sides.

This is all happening across our media waves.

On the ground there are families struggling to raise children in this climate of hate.

Marriages  are hoping to bridge the divide, as gender differences have been magnified.

I don’t know the solution to this problem.

I keep hoping this pattern of hate can be transformed.

Love is needed, however, love is now viewed as a weakness.

How did this happen?

I want to run and hide and put my fingers in my ears.

The noise is so loud now; this no longer works.

The heat rises. Tempers flare. The cool comfort of reason is being erased.

I will vote, though in my divided household, no gain will be achieved.

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Katherine J Krein

My name is Katherine J. Krein. I lost my father in June of 2013, and then I lost my mother in November of the same year. After they both died I went through a mind-warping number obsession that has taken me years to control. This is my story. It is now 2025. I still use this site to post some poems and thoughts. My obsession has faded, however, I still notice the numbers. Faith, hope, and love is what guides me now.

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