My Friend
My Friend
There waiting wanting so much to reach out is my friend. Alone and broken hearted
beaten down to a point of no return. Afraid to reach out any more filled with despair
closed off from everything around her. What is the point when at every turn there is
sadness and rejection? No one see’s the loneliness’ inside swallowing her whole.
Desperate she can only dream of a friend to smile and laugh with.
In this deep dark recess a seed begins to grow between her and me. Together we
plan and accept the things which we cannot change. We will become a friend in all
things keeping our secrets and watching a dream take root and grow. To this I say
we can and will without anything to bring sorrow and pain. All else is just there and
has no matter. No one can take what is not shared or destroy what is not given.
What about my pain and sorrow, the loneliness that flows through my veins? My
broken and lonely heart that trust no more which feels it could never mend. It has
turned to that dark place where only I can go and understand. No more to allow
another to cause hurt and sadness. I find myself to be my friend and trust no other.
As we whisper and dream our life begins again. Just you and I alone we trust no
other. My friend it’s you right here where you have always been waiting wanting to
reach out. The one I can smile and laugh with. My inner self has come alive.
Debbie Knapp
Copyright © Debbie Knapp | Year Posted 2011
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