And finally it happened
You made a friend
Someone your own age
Someone that sees the
World through your eyes
And not just mine
Mine are foggy smeared
With the grime of
Life heartbreak and experience
While you and your
Friend don’t wear glasses
Now is the time
For you to run
Away from the shadows
That I have become
And into your noontime
Sun which casts no
Shadow as it’s overhead
Every single beginning starts
With and end of
Some kind avoiding the
End never solves anything
Ends aren’t the problem
Getting there isn’t either
What seems to be
The problem for most
Is accepting the end
You simply cannot avoid
Inevitability it’s part of
The process of life
Such as a bird
Which soars to Heaven
Knows it must eventually
Land in order to fly
The day starts bright
Sunshine skitters through blinds
Coffees aroma rises wafts
Heart fresh from sleeping
Hopes that at last
Today I can push
Aside the cloudy fear
And indecision granting me
Some relief from pain
And perhaps new love
From a new stranger
I’ve yet to meet
My admission of failure
And my subsequent retreat
Marks my new beginning
And not my loss
In love and war
No battles are won
Casualties are often many
And at some point
It’s best to admit
My friend or foe
We have done enough
Damage to each other
It’s time to heal
One of my favorite
Things is to watch
The rain pass me
Having just cleansed me
Of the sooty grime
Of life it carries
On moving like brushes
In the car wash
Removing miles and miles
Carrying on like the
Tears of God Himself
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 