Be/friend

Remember when you were bad?

All the little misconceptions choked you up

That buried voice drinking dirt like wine

Drunk on the idea of dying

Waiting to meet chaos

And embodying it to abate fear.

There was a place inside

Small and forgotten

Quiescent in the wake of ignorance

Begging to be remembered.

You took me there and I saw your heart

That pincushion of criticism

Each arbitrary comment allowed residency

For as long as being a victim brought intimacy.

When your walls crumbled

I was there.

Holding that shattered soul together

Showing you its power

And though you cast me aside in disbelief

I could not let you go.

I’ve watched you wither under the weight of the world

But you stand supported by it

So trust. Faith is no delusion but self-determination.

I too have a rusted spirit.

Let life cleanse it.

I miss you