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A friends honest confession when ask... How do you see me? |
54 lines/ 396 words Feather-like I see you as a piece of china, so fine! One who has been asked to be on display. I know a little about you, in time, enough to know this causes you dismay. I picture you sitting high on a pedestal; afraid to move; for fear of falling, You feel you're not above any at all Inside a strong under current is calling I see you as an insect trapped in a spiders web There are no easy answers for you or anyone Tread lightly leave hurtful things left unsaid Move lightly your world can come undone I see you hiding among your children excusing your actions with them in mind When your heart longs for a freedom That your soul can't seem to find. I see you as a mother bird protecting the nest, As nature has it; one day the baby birds do fly Who is to say or know what is to happen next. So it will all fall into place as time goes by. I see you as a delicate flower Held in a palm of a hand The hand's owner has the power Of the direction where you’ll land. I see you feather-like one day floating Soft and wind -spent you will fly destination unclear but strongly calling leaving everyone wondering “why”? I see you egg-like; fragile inside With no one to truly understand Wishing for a place to run and hide Reaching desperately for a helping hand We can not predict the outcome, Nor, would I want that power People will ask where it came from In that decision-making hour. You will not have all of the answers Especially for those who are closest Torn and tattered are many despairs Hurt most are the one you hold dearest The years are passing by too quickly The beginning of it all is just a blur You want every answer to come swiftly settling for a ban-aid instead of a cure You see, I see this all too clearly for I have been there, my friend! When any move hurts dearly, Where a beginning means the end. Note **** I see ME standing at a distance afraid to watch it all The times ahead will be hard, constantly changing I will be here for you if you choose to fly or to fall! Our friendship is a completed circle; never ending |