Friday, February 5, 2010

Stands for Comfort

The tone of my voice answers your inquiry
Sitting transparent on a dumpster chair
Listening and squinting
trying to find something tangible
"No, I'm not upset. It's cold out. Makes my nose all funny."
The knowing chuckle on the other end blows my cover

How is it
that you know without knowing?
that you can hear all that is not said?
that your words send comfort directly to my core?
"You're worth it.
You're beautiful.
Keep your chin up and stay true."

Simple statements
but
when they come from you there is no denying the truth.

You've known me for twenty three years.
Watched me grow
Watched me fall
Held my hand when I tried in vain to hastily put the pieces back together
Nodded when I needed that extra nudge
Made light when all I could see was darkness
Offered me forgiveness when I didn't feel deserving

You are not my rock or anchor
You are my beacon
When I venture into the wilderness
determined to do it on my own
I see you shine from the distance
a comforting glow

Friends may come as fast as they go
Lovers leave in a flash
but
you are there.
When I need you.

I need you.

1 comment:

  1. A tender poem... and obviously true.
    Again, I hope you are well. You are an unusual and beautiful soul.

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