Light-bearer

Feeling her tight grasp. Round my slender fingers. I wriggle them away. Oh No, I am slipping...

How can I have done this? My internal monologue. Another friend driven away. Another downward spiral...

No, wait, there is something left. A finger, poking through the wreckage. Through my canopy of silent darkness. Coming to shed light upon me.

A whole hand breaks through, grabbing my arm. With the strength of love pulls me up. I am standing in the light.

K.B. Silver

This poem explores the difficulties I have found in making and keeping friends. I am a difficult person to be a friend to, I can accept that, but I don’t need friends any less. For the most part, I have only ever been able to maintain 1 real friendship at a time. Partly due to how often I have moved, but also due to my own extreme personality. I can say that I feel like I get along better with men but that doesn’t mean I form better friendships with men. Those few friendships I have managed to form with other women, feel so close and tight when they exist but are so quickly fleeting as soon as I am no longer physically present. We may not speak often, our main connection now being social media, but the only friend I feel I do still have is my first friend since infancy. She has always been there, and every time I move, or something big happens in our lives we keep coming back to each other.