I crossed over a bridge stitched together by bars and concrete
For just a little while … the hurt was distant
And the pigment of my past faded like the colors in an ancient photograph
By: Ja’Nise Andrea
… Ever think like a child? Sometimes I do – wishing that once I cross over just one bridge the past hurts will be forgotten and I can cling to some new “normality” for just a little while if not forever.