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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.
© 2023 LGjaffe


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