The Friend

January 10, 2023

THE FRIEND

My childhood was nothing to talk about

filled with clouds of introspection

and faulty wishes without backbone

I felt small and insignificant.

I wanted to be tall

standing up for myself

not stand out in the crowd

find me through the noise.

There were dreams I forgot to dream

and relevances I found irrelevant

I needed to detach my roots

from the soil of my birth.

-O Joy – O Joy – Life consumes time

and the friend I always sought

stared back at me from the mirror.

Poets Are the Doctors of the Soul