Bent Not Broken
I almost went over the edge, stopped and looked down, considered the fall.
A mystery held me back, unpopular to claim, most likely just cowardice.
What has crashed is not lost, what remains, is worth working with.
The metal is twisted, tarnished, but the core is steel.
Material meant for building upon.
Stability capable of holding great bridges high.
Reluctantly dependent and slow to trust so not surprising.
The past can carry the need to flee far into a future.
Arms can learn to bear anew.
Hearts of gold rearrange when liquid, sometimes finding a new home.
Stepped back, merely mangled.
Rewind the obstacle course to begin a new round fresh.
Grow the roots of honest brass.
Mold the wings of shiny copper and live grateful.