Strength.
Quiet strength;
That's what your presence
Infers to us.
You can carry so much
It seems.
Such circumstances that even I
Break down
Simply recalling.
How do you do it?
And yet that's a lie
You never told us;
You don't believe
You're stable
When carrying
At all.
And to you,
The cumbersome cause
Is Anxiety.
Don't you understand
That this what conceives your
Quiet strength?
How do you get through it all
With a shrug, and a
Smile?
Even despite those
Giggling shadows
Hiding in the depths of your genius mind?
But maybe,
You don't.
Maybe you are sunshine to
The world,
But when the moon tries
And fails
To reach out to you
Through your ocean-blue curtains
You are alone
In that tidy bed, you're
Shaking
Crying your eyes out, at these
Awful things
Being thrown onto you.
I know I brew jokes
Too much.
Desperate to hide a loving segment of myself,
That I'm terrified of revealing
To the world.
I can't comprehend the cause.
But trust me,
When I whisper
Text me at 3am,
When you lay in an otherwise
Empty bed
Cold, silent drops sliding
Down, down.
I'm not trying to lighten the mood.
I'm trying to save your life.
Please let me.
- Author: YoungAndNaive (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 13th, 2017 16:30
- Comment from author about the poem: A few thoughts about one of my best friends.
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 245
Comments1
Very well written, Y&N, tender, loving, flowing well, leading into the problem and ending with a heart warming solution.
I like it!
Thank you so much! Glad you like it 🙂
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