Wednesday, September 20, 2023

seasons come and go, what stays?

Some days are sunny, golden rays bouncing off the skin, tiny particles reflecting light. A golden Tyndall effect. On other days, the rain falls persistently on the window, persistently, passionately, and a few drops make it under the window sill. Those resilient drops did what  I am doing now. 

Tell me what the problem is and I will do what I can to fix it. You are, like the golden rays, what brings the shimmer to my life. A dim screen of constant work, learning, and solitude, you bring color, passion, and warmth. Tell me what upset you, let me work on it. I will try to see your perspective and understand you, I will bring change. There shall be no blocks, only challenges to overcome.

If it takes me 10 tries, I will do it. Even if it takes me 20 tries, or 30, or 50. I want to build something eternal. A few tries is nothing for what we can build. An immortal life of trust, loyalty, and love. 

Some days are sunny, some days are rainy. That's just how life is. You can hate it, or you can embrace it. Persistence is what is key.

Sunday, August 13, 2023

the friend you used to love, she is still here

Rarely do I shine a torch on my guilt.
I feel sorry for not having tried harder. 
Sometimes I wonder how much we drifted apart,
how close we were until I slowly broke your heart.
Alas, I did not realize it then. You forgave me many times. 
Brutal it is when I text you now
"How are you? How's family?" and hear nothing back. 

I want you to know and believe
that you were heard and seen, 
maybe not then, but certainly right now.
I am sorry for having been a stupid cow. 
If I could turn the hands of time, 
I would change the lines and make us rhyme. 
But all I have now is this poem on my blog, 
not a conversation with two, just a monologue. 
You used to come here when we were friends, 
I hope you come again and know that I want to amend. 
True friends are hard to find, 
and I have been blind. 
I am sorry that I took you for granted in the past, 
I was selfish and assumed our friendship would just last. 

I want you to know this fact, and hold it dear:
The friend you used to love, she is still here.