Childhood friend who has seen my tears,
in multitudes,
be here with me now,
your smile a soothing echo,
of who this innocent heart once was,
and things she once believed in.
Remind me friend, when I am weary,
my heart not as refreshingly vulnerable,
locked doors and ripped out pages,
my heart no longer quite as open…
Help me force the door,
don’t let me slam it closed.

My childhood friend,
who sees me, knows my hidden heart,
my soft places, my tender spots,
those underbellies that make me Achilles,
places held together with varying lengths of tape.
Do not let me withdraw, into these dark chambers, 
that promise peace, but deliver loneliness,
for the doubts to devour,
it is my soul they batter about,
and you, who is so loving,
are what makes me remember,
who I am, who I was..who I want to be
childhood friend remind me
Alfie be my light.

Published by B

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog. I refer to my favorite person as TMW5T Why? because if he had 6 I'd call him TMW6T, duh!!

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