community, relationships, authentic friends
tough to find, hard to come by, often need bends
the flexibility, adjustments, tweaks, apologies
are what keep them going, make them healthy
why is it so hard to stop, think and see
when a friendship is falling apart at the seams
lack of caring or concern, no, I think not
i’ve come to think that it’s more like a spot
a place in life where we land – make a decision
that we don’t have time to bridge the division
or maybe we just aren’t ready to see
that the problems surfacing may center on “me
i am not ready to stop and make changes
instead i’ll go out and find friends for new ages
the people of current know my past history
it will all be much better when i try and break free
from the chains of knowing and familiarity
and work to develop a new identity
but that thinking is flawed, unnatural and sick
we are made to go deeper, for support and for love
inventing a new us that is nothing but fickle
adjust to the moments that hover above
reach out, dig deep, work to bridge those gaps
we weren’t created to fall into those traps.
Friendship is a curious thing. I always find it interesting at who we call our friends and who end up being our real friends. I enjoyed this poem and your thoughts and feelings on it.