I don’t want to be here, anymore
Like really I just want to peer
from shores
Peak in—
into transcendental waters
Disappear into ocean breezes
And drift in and out of subconsciousness
Beyond these sands melting beneath my feet
I feel the underlying reminder that
no matter how stable we may think our footing
It can be easily washed from beneath us
In a moment
Take it in,
In a moment
Break the wind encasing— I mean
I beseech me to
Cut the tension and make a stand
here and now
How great the wind feels on beaten brows
I want to be there
Standing at the edge of the water
Reaching rubbing my palms against the ocean breeze
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The Bridge Theory Project
The Bridge is, well, the relational environment in which we experience psychosocial safety or psychosocial strain. And how we adapt to that is a representation to how successfully we develop at every subsequent section of the bridge.
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