Inside Me is A Bridge

Inside me is a bridge— 
a meeting of two minds, 
two places, 
two stories.

Behind me,
there are miles of 
Resilience—
forests of fear 
valleys of hardship,
hills of victory.

I do not know 
how far back it goes,
as I can only remember 
Parts
of the journey from this lifetime,
and I do not know 
all of the generations 
who walked the trail before me.

Inside me is a bridge—
a place where
Who I Have Become meets 
Who I Am Yet To Be—
a handshake, if you will,
a passing of the baton,
a nod of understanding between 
the places I have already grown, 
and the new victories that stretch ahead.

Inside me is a bridge.
It is not a place for me to stop long,
just a place for me to
reflect, to take 
a moment, to take
a breath,
before I move ahead 
into my next adventure. 

NaPoWriMo – Day 17

Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt was “Today, I challenge you to find, either on your shelves or online, a specialized dictionary. This could be, for example, a dictionary of nautical terms, or woodworking terms, or geology terms. Anything, really, so long as it’s not a standard dictionary! Now write a poem that incorporates at least ten words from your specialized source. Happy writing!” My poem is based on the Pedagogy of the Oppressed dictionary of critical theory terms (No, it doesn’t really exist, but I have definitely incorporated at least ten words form my specialized source).

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Notes from Pedagogy of the Oppressed:  Chapter One

To become fully human
is to risk an act of love.

The oppressed,
in freeing himself,
fights . . .

NOW PUBLISHED IN this book.

. . .

Minha vida.
Minha luta.
Strive towards plentitude!