Someone once said to me, “my poems just take a life of their own”. I never understood what that meant until this poem hit me last night. In the depths of a horrible loss, these words kept fighting to be written. I had no desire. I was hurt. I was mad. And I didn’t want to think about the hurt let alone make it beautiful. But I learned that even when people give up on you and are so selfish they refuse to fight. And when you are tired of being the only one who’s been fighting….a poem will show you there was still fight left. I gave in to the onslaught and cried over this piece for about 6 hours last night.

Friendships are taken too lightly these days. When you have someone who supports you through every decision you’ve made and still fights to be in your life…apologize when you make a mistake. If in your elated moment you cause the one you held dear to stumble….apologize. A simple “I’m sorry” is nothing to be too prideful over. If your friend is hurting, and you had a hand in it…is it really worth losing everything? If it is….then that person was never what you said they were. Be careful how you treat your friends. We all have limits and will one day give up. If you’re the one hurting…speak your piece, state your case, lay your heart one more time on the table and trust them to care for it. When they choose not to cherish your heart, quietly pick it up and walk away knowing you did all you could do.

I apologize for any grammatical errors. I love run on sentences and I use the word “and” entirely too much. Downfall to the one person you counted on to help being the one who walked away.

If you’ve got a friend that a simple “I’m sorry what I did hurt you. Now let’s celebrate together” would fix. Put down your pride and ego and selfishness….show them they are worth it. Or you’ll lose them forever.

Don’t Second Guess The Soul

© 2012 by Mit Maras

Face down on bended knees

Quickly gasping for air

You reach out for the hand

That’s no longer right there

 

Hurts spoken in anger

Are a matter of heart

Satan’s most prized weapon

Someone tears love apart

 

When pain’s voice becomes all

That you’re able to hear

Darkness blankets the truth

Imminent end is near

 

Last trust placed before them

Lay selfishness aside

Vulnerable and bare

With nowhere else to hide

 

Questions race through your mind

Could they possibly care

Hell delights in triumph

Death of a bond so rare

 

Friendship once so selfless

No story has seen script

People change and move on

Two lives forever ripped

 

Blessed you were to have them

An invincible team

Forever remember

Woven as one in seam

 

Doesn’t matter how hard

You fight for them to stay

Out of loyalty stand

And watch them walk away

 

There’s part of your being

Should never need be told

For love to ever last

Don’t second guess the soul

 

©2012 by Mit Maras