This is a very important piece for a very important friend.
She knows who she is, and I hope she realizes what she means to me.
Why is this my reality
That the person I am
Is not who I wish to be
Stumbling out of the gate
When running to a friend
My arrival always too late
Holding cards to my chest
When they should be on display
Leads to cases of unfair unrest
Scars so visibly shown
The insecurities of a life’s war
The kind I don’t want to own
Own them though, I must
Else I do my friend disservice
Hold her back in ways unjust
Take for granted special things
From friendship gifted unto me
Humbly she hides her Angel’s wings
A foolish man walking a crooked mile
Without knowing his destination
Ends up nowhere and without a smile
So a friend in need will always be
A friend indeed and clearly present
When the chips are down for me
JMC813 