A cinematic poem about regret and forgiveness, The Drawbridge Between Us reveals how love can fracture under anger, yet still ache for reconciliation.
His flaws
brew a dark, rising froth,
flooding the moat,
collapsing the drawbridge,
as words, a true enemy,
take aim at the castle’s queen.
In the dark hall,
he discards chivalry’s cloak,
unsheathes anger,
and wildly swings
at her loving heart.
When darkness lifts,
he remembers nothing,
only the hollow echo
of what he’s done.
A scroll of misdeeds
whispers in his ears,
a jester at court he becomes.
Silence crowns the throne.
The queen retreats, wounded,
yet still carries the memory
of a kinder reign.
Alone, the jester bows,
not for applause,
but in a plea for pardon,
hoping one day
the drawbridge might rise again.
Forgiveness rarely comes without reflection. Sometimes, it takes losing the castle to remember the heart that built it.
