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I have very few friends who are true to my heart. Yet, those that are, I care for and love unconditionally. I wish for them health, happiness, prosperity, beauty, and love. I wish for them all things good.
This poem is one I wrote to one of my very closest friends when she had to go off to graduate school over two- hundred miles away from her friends and family, to a city where she knew absolutely no one. She was so excited about polishing her college education, yet at the same time she was anxious and fearful. She was scared she would loose her friends and not be able to make new ones. Though, I couldn't bare the thought of her leaving, I knew she was edifying her dreams and ambitions, and I knew that I was so proud of her and that I would always be here for her, just as I knew she would always be there for me no matter how many miles apart. The day she left, we both embraced crying as if we would never see each other again.
It has been almost a year now, and we see each other once a month and we write and e- mail each other sometimes twice a day. I am grateful to have her as a friend.
This poem is one I wrote to one of my very closest friends when she had to go off to graduate school over two- hundred miles away from her friends and family, to a city where she knew absolutely no one. She was so excited about polishing her college education, yet at the same time she was anxious and fearful. She was scared she would loose her friends and not be able to make new ones. Though, I couldn't bare the thought of her leaving, I knew she was edifying her dreams and ambitions, and I knew that I was so proud of her and that I would always be here for her, just as I knew she would always be there for me no matter how many miles apart. The day she left, we both embraced crying as if we would never see each other again.
It has been almost a year now, and we see each other once a month and we write and e- mail each other sometimes twice a day. I am grateful to have her as a friend.
15 CommentsI've always had trouble expressing my emotions orally because I've feared the rejection of what I would like to say. The rejection I fear most is to the words 'I love you'. But, given quiet time alone with pen and paper, my emotions pour into poetic frenzies. Yet, I rarely let anyone see my poems because I feared that they too would be rejected.
It was not until I met the man of my dreams that I realized that I must learn to overcome my fears. He was constantly expressing how he felt about me, yet, I never told him how I felt about him. I was too afraid. One night he said to me, with tears in his eyes, "If I stay in this relationship never knowing how you feel about me, sooner or later I know that one of us will be leaving with a broken heart". Given a golden opportunity to pour my heart out, I was foolish and said nothing as tears fell from his eyes in my silence.
That night, I went home and sat on my bed crying, wishing that I could find the courage to say what my heart felt before I lost the man who I was falling more in love with each day. When my tears had subsided, I got out my notebook and wrote this poem. The next day, as I watched him read it, I saw tears fall from his eyes. When he was done reading, he wrapped his arms around me in an embrace that will remain with me forever.
It was not until I met the man of my dreams that I realized that I must learn to overcome my fears. He was constantly expressing how he felt about me, yet, I never told him how I felt about him. I was too afraid. One night he said to me, with tears in his eyes, "If I stay in this relationship never knowing how you feel about me, sooner or later I know that one of us will be leaving with a broken heart". Given a golden opportunity to pour my heart out, I was foolish and said nothing as tears fell from his eyes in my silence.
That night, I went home and sat on my bed crying, wishing that I could find the courage to say what my heart felt before I lost the man who I was falling more in love with each day. When my tears had subsided, I got out my notebook and wrote this poem. The next day, as I watched him read it, I saw tears fall from his eyes. When he was done reading, he wrapped his arms around me in an embrace that will remain with me forever.
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