Two Ends

there is one thing we knew, we were strangers,
having grown in no proximity and environments very different,

entrusted to build a bridge over river of emotions,
a bridge strong enough to take us past many relations,

engineers, excavators and masons all were us, looking for an optimal location,
work had to begun, and a foundation laid,
before further excavation,

'shall I start here', I shouted, to you on opposite bank,
'wait, it ain't good', you said, pointing to a spot ahead,

several miles passed, and river was only getting wider and wilder,
it became difficult to converse and comprehension was getting harder,

lost in translation, lost in our own thoughts,
we walked and sometimes we ran,
not realising none wanted to cross,

distance was not just a river wide, it was the approach that led to our fright,
ignoring we had to navigate our own self, our personalities and our principles,

balancing self on a rope that defined you and me, a rope that is tied too tight.