There is comfort
in old friendships,
reminders of things
forgotten, of misguided
adventures, and the folly
of youth; and there is hope
instilled by the passage of time
and the evidence that while life
changes, some things endure, and;
it is in the comfort of old friendships
that we find strength to believe in ourselves,
and the will to penetrate lingering angst, and
embrace the possibility of a future with purpose.
(To Old Friends first appeared here in December 2017. Image my own.)
There is comfort
in old friendships,
reminders of things
forgotten, of misguided
adventures, and the folly
of youth; and there is hope
instilled by the passage of time
and the evidence that while life
changes, some things endure, and;
it is in the comfort of old friendships
that we find strength to believe in ourselves,
and the will to penetrate lingering angst, and
embrace the possibility of a future with purpose.
(Photo is thanks to an old friend who presence in my life I continue to treasure.)
Old friend, I would visit you
but this compulsive state of
martyrdom delays our reunion,
then you slip my mind.
You wouldn’t recognize me –
this mask I wear, a product
of the toxicity that I play host to,
puts a lid on my kind-heartedness
I want to be helpful,
but carry a burden of failures
ghosts from childhood home
that plug my memory.
I have hurt so many,
neglected, now lost, family –
these useless ties are shadows
lurking, directing me –
I am sensitive, wanting
to exile the negativity, have been
taught to be considerate
but can’t erase the inconsistencies
Spend too much time
browsing, delivering a fragment
of the torment that lies within
am over involved with self
Really want to be my best
in search of something greater
but today the frustration
is too raw, am at a loss
Old friend, I have reverted back
to dependence, manipulating,
am mentally unstable,
cannot find closure
in all the scattered pieces
all I have to offer are bits
disappointing, really, stored
memories that menace
Believe me when I say
I am working hard, want to start
fresh, have a goal in mind,
have not forgotten you.
but am running out of
options, frustrated, can’t catch
a break, as the distance
between us widens.
(Image from: blobsnbubbles.wordpress.com)
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