Don't Cross Burnt Bridges
Or Open Closed Doors
By Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Photo by Denny Müller on Unsplash
Opened a closed door
Thinking time had healed those wounds
To find I was wrong
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Comments (4)
Ouch! Loved this and the title reminds me of a line from a Don Henley song: "Sometimes you get the best light from a burning bridge."
Well said!
Ooh. Revisiting and getting crushed again is just so painful. Poignant haiku there.
Thought-provoking and good advice at the same time. Good work.