Who am I?

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.

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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

 

So my question is just who am I?

That keeps you by my side

When those wings could see you fly?