Chosen Friend Poem by Sentamu Aziz

CHOSEN FRIEND

Hardly a Soul,
Understands your Past
Hard as it is
Rough and Harsh
So easy for the Chosen
Who Hosts your Feelings
Despite your Past

High as Everest
Too High to Climb
Rafty like the Falls
So seems your Future
Smiling At You
The Chosen Believes
It's too possible to Fear

So simple to look
A shadow of `Your Past
Too dark to make you
A shadow for your Future
As the Chosen sits,
Watches and Believes
As you rest and Dream
So ugly as it is a Past
Yet a Beautiful Future comes