Crossing

Crossing
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I used to think that relationships, those between two people in love
were like stepping stones...
that they helped you get to the other side of the river of life you are meant to cross
but somehow early in life, I started to find myself
tripping, falling; running out of stones on which to step 

and so I changed my mindset 

and I started to believe that relationships were more like boats
that they help you cross, keep you safe while they float
but somehow in my life I found myself
sinking, sea sick, rowing to nowhere 

and so I changed my thinking again 

deciding that relationships where like a bridge
that made the crossing of the river of life, a breeze
and so I found myself not pleased
when many of them went up on flames
and the only few I did not set ablaze
ended up collapsing under my weight. 

In matters of love, I deemed myself; a colossal fail 
I gave up my search for true love quest
resign on spending life by myself
and that’s when I saw swimming by
that someone special, my other half 

The one that showed me, that love is not what I thought
is not a bridge, is not a boat, and it is definitely not; a stepping stone.
love is what helps you stay afloat
as you swim each day, stroke by stroke
sometimes the current might push you apart
some days the current is nice and calm
but those changes are just part of life, its downs and ups 

although you must still the river cross
and you must do it all on your own
love is what helps you stay afloat
and when the end of your time comes
and you find yourself in the other shore
you might not find yourself alone 

you might find the one you love
waiting, welcoming you home. 

Nestor Gomez 
5/3/2017

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