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?