Crossing Bridges

As the days grow warmer,
I think back on happier times

With my active
poetry community.

Laughter, tears, bonding:
a sisterhood, a tribe.

Over time, change shifted
the landscape of our group.

Misunderstandings beginning
the rift.

Emotions pushing that divide
even further.

I wish things were like
they once were.

For now, I have memories
of times shared, celebrated.


05/24/2019