A Free Verse Poem
I’d been laying my problems at her feet
only upon her request and even then,
I’d been careful — didn’t reveal too much,
didn’t let her tap-dance her way into
the depths of me.
I know what to say and when and how to
say it in order to fill the mind with
the info it needs to keep it
yearning for more.
A tablespoon here, a teaspoon there,
she feasted on parts of me no one else
could ever fetch and since she was willing
to swim in the deep end, I showed her what
those waters had in them.
You find out how sincere a person is
when you shed some skin in their presence.
You learn just how devoted
they are when shit hits the fan.
Not everyone is built to carry your
burdens — not everyone is made to
honor your suffering.
You are your own warrior and your
battles are yours and yours alone.
The war created for you is meant for
you to fight, so when someone says
they can go to war for you, make sure
they have enough ammunition.
The back and forth of growing into
a new age in life can be exhausting.
40 isn’t 30 and 30 wasn’t 20, and
you find yourself looking back on those
times trying to pull any memories
catered to your current hell,
but none of them seem quite as
close to your now.
So, what can you do when that
friend still wants the deepest parts
of you even when you’ve tried
your best to be careful?
You step back, take a bigger view of
your surroundings, then make sure
your perception of you doesn’t
overshadow what they truly see.
Then, you tell them, “I’m not looking
for anyone to save me. I’m looking
for someone to stand by me when
I need them, Nothing more. Nothing less.”
And if they stick around — if they still
want to stick around after that, a superhero
you do not have — you have love . . .
the kind of love that lends itself
in the midst of broken hearts and
shattered dreams, and a botched election,
and a big ass baby’d man who’d cry if
his way isn’t the only way . . .
What you have is someone you
can depend on — someone loyal enough
to keep spoonfeeding bits
of you to.