A friend loveth at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.
Sharing hopes with a friend
10/20/05
In my mind I see a
picture
In my heart I feel a
peace
A future
inexpressible
On life, a whole new
lease.
My life is out
there, waiting
As my future comes
to view
I could spend so
much time sharing
All my hopes and
dreams with you.
Now I know my life
is only one
Of many; Yes, I see
But I'm ever so
excited
For the things I
know can be.
Perhaps in listening
you'd find
That I would listen
too
Should you share
your hopes and dreams
The things that make
you you.
For friends should
share each other's joys
Their sorrow, hope,
and pain
And stand, united,
always
In trust and love
unfeigned.
So forgive me if I
ramble
On the joys I sense
to come
For I would love to
hear of you -
Your all, and then
still some.
For friends we are
and always
Stand tall, and
strong, and true
I thank God daily,
that I have
Such a friend in
You!
Oh, how I wished I
had a real friend, a reliable friend. Mature enough to see and accept the hard
realities I've had to handle and true enough that they would allow me to prove myself a friend in return.
Friends during my
first 25 years did not exactly qualify as friends. Many, too immature to
understand or too self-centered to care, stated blandly that I just wasn't
worth being a friend to - that I must just not want to be happy. Considering the abuse and also the strain of
responsibility in caring for an ill mother till I discovered her dead one
morning and also caring for younger siblings for years through high school and
early college, I think it's fair to say I should not have been condemned for
being on an emotional roller-coaster.
The truth is, I have
trouble looking at 98% of the people I knew before I left the town I lived in
as friends. Even the ones I talked to with regularity are strangers to me
because I know they have no idea what was really going on. The me they thought
they knew is not who I was or am and so it feels false the few times I've tried
to talk to any of them. I also know that because abuse is so often hidden from
the view of those not living in it, it is hard for the clueless to accept the
truth. And the truth for me is that I'm not looking to make a big deal out of
it for attention or revenge or pity and I do not like pointless confrontation so
it's easiest just to let the dead stay dead.
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