Rickety Bridge

I’ve tried to hold myself together for so long.
I used to be stronger. I used to be firmer.
But over time, I’ve weathered
And withered.
Becoming delicate to touch.

But if you’re patient with me,
If you go slow,
If you seem my cracks
And look past how broken I am,

I promise you,
You can cross and see
The side of me
That I thought had been abandoned
One too many times before.