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.


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?


12 responses to “Who am I?

  1. In the end or maybe the beginning, it is only someone deep, deserving, and worthy. But don’t forget that in her dreams, she does fly. If she keeps you close, in dreams you together fly.

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