(2005) The Most Painful Lesson Of All Poem by Deana Rode

You were my dearest friend
created in our innocence
forged by private conversations
bonded by our shared experiences...

I turned to you during stormy skies
smiled with you under moonlit nights;
I freed myself through dinners and quiet outings
found strength in kind words and soothing blue eyes...

You held my hand when I was lost
trying to show me what I did not see;
guiding me through the rain and hail
leading the way back to my forgotten home...

All the while I was causing you harm
latching weights to your soul with every call;
dragging you under the waves every time I cried
shredding you apart with every desperate plea...

I tried to give the same love to you
to show you how much you meant to me;
tried to be a haven during your own gruesome wars
attempting to duplicate the essence for you to hold...

But it seems my shadows were too much for you
I couldn't tell I was slowly drowning you;
I never realized the hold they had
until you turned around and let me go...

By sharing my pain I made you a victim
when all I wanted was to make you my hero;
In my desolate need for a living Savior
I ended up committing the ultimate sin...

Now I am here barren and cold
the warmth you gave no longer with me;
forver forced to swallow the most bitter of pills
that by giving too much I wound up with nothing at all.