A collection of poems by the Wordsmith

Snowbridge

It always happens to another–
Until it happens to you.
The family so stable
So safe and so secure.

Until you find
You've been standing
On a snowbridge
Over a chasm of lies.

Lies so well hidden
That the frost of dispassion
Would not melt them.

But the pillars that support
Your world of fake security
Move apart.
And your snowbridge breaks.