Friendless Hardship

friendless hardship & the apologies thereafter “rains when it pours,” oh how sweet the wreck topples down the mountain to crash out into a million burning pieces--- if one has someone beside them, there is a lens that glows (and one’s sight isn’t seared blind so quickly), where shining light of friendship throws weight on the other side of the teeter-totter, to make the panic stop, to hold each other together, to get through. but all are not so fortunate, not all get to walk the most difficult parts of this path to nowhere, with warm loving hands held round them, not all get a smile to calm the torment, not all get to see a comforting, recognizable face, when they need it the most. so many walk alone & when the worst shows its face, they die inside, in order to preserve whatever physical energy they have left--- for THIS is how they get through. & when the smoke clears, if in fact it does, there are those who show their heads later, bearing a face of shame that they weren’t there, that the selfishness on the other side of 30, brought its toll & all the responsibilities that one accumulates, gets in the way of what had been, so that the “friend” somehow forgot, showing up late with a 100,000 apologies, aiming to mend. aiming to resuscitate what is already dead & gone.