Building a bridge and getting over it

Covering myself in soft things and people, shielding myself from the threat of another attack hoping against hope that the swarm won't come again. It always does. With precision timing when I'm vulnerable and have the tendency to pine, it swallows me. Whole.

This time, standing emotionally naked, I am prepared for it, expect it and defend against it knowing that this too shall pass.

The bridge will eventually extend to the other shore and fade into the horizon like the mirage it always was.