Wednesday, March 9, 2016

Sacred Friendships



It's 9:am when I crawl out of bed.  11:00 when I climb back in
I give in to fatigue which I usually fight
it's act a foreign pleasure edged with guilt


24 hours ago the end of a sacred and troublesome friendship
is she crying
I'm not
I feel guilty
I'm not there to comfort
I miss my spot

relief and freedom cradle my head
I fear for what cradles hers
she's strong and smart and not one to linger
her path is solid
it  will soften her way

a new way for me
and a new way for her
uncharted
uncolored
her choice my choice

relief and freedom edged with grey
mine and hers
but however received
sacred
like friendship



Liv