A Friend

A friend to me You have lent Here I am, allowed to vent my frustrations, angers, dreams and visions spent. All that I hide, all I have that torments- I release and turn from and I repent and realize I have given consent to another person to some extent, part of my nature, previously bent things I thought were set in cement, I let "me" out, without relent. God send me to the one that I am sent if only for the simple intent of giving friendship as a present such a sweet smell and pleasant scent and when I walk away each day, yes, I am content.