Tagged Bridge

It was just a bridge near the path I was on, but today it caught my eye. Someone had gone out of their way to tag it recently. Nothing fancy or interesting, just a first name and a number. I wondered about the artist. Did he/she lack attention to the degree he/she needed to rebel against decorum and local laws in order to make the statement, “I am here!”

We walk in a sea of pain all around us. The sea being those who feel either unnoticed or unwanted. I confess my own blindness in this area. On any given day I can walk on either side of such pain but I know the balm to such lies in my feelings. The balm is truth. I am never alone and I am never unwanted.

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