My True Friend

My True Friend short poem

Hello darkness my true friend,
In you I find solace,
With the setting sun you come each day,
Sometimes early, sometimes late yet unfailingly there.
I bury my head in the crook of your shoulder,
I lay there waiting,
And as always the tears come
One after another.
No questions asked,
Not justifications given,
Silently my tears are wept,
Giving way to the grief of the day.
Then you whisper your farewell,
I wipe out the tears,
A wobbly smile, a snotty nose, a kiss to your forehead,
Off you go into the light.
I see the light,
I know it was you,
I am thankful for your presence,
To see this new day.

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Andria D'Souza

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I come from a place of much fear and yearning. Yearing for that little extra that life has to offer which is just within our reach and fear that when faced with that yearning well withing my grasp will I ever have the courage to face up to it.Words have always been a way to make sense of the jumble within, it brings me clarity and makes things a reality. Nothing reflects me better than these words below.I stand watching the waves crash against the shore, leave back some things on the beach and take some things away with it. On and on tirelesslyit goes. "Stop it, stop it now!".But no one is listening. "Don’t take so much away, I'll have nothing left." The sea calls out, "But I’m leaving so many things back." Angry tears spilling over my cheeks I yell, "I don’t want what you have to give, I’m happy with what I have. Take away your so called gifts leave me back with what I had. Give me all that you took away from me, return what you had no right to take." The sea replies, "Not unless you see what I have left you". Strolling along the shore I find the mysteries of worlds far away at my feet, all within my reach. Think to myself I do, can I be mad for the old things been taken away from me when what I have always secretly hoped for is to have the mysteries of the world at my feet. I hear the gentle voice againm "Do you still want me to take it away?". "NO! NO!", escapes before I can control my words. The sea replies "That's what I thought". The sea drenches my feet and moves away digging my feet deeper into the sand.........
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As ever the simplicity of your verse is touching and soothing.

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