My Trusted Friend - Poem by Mike Acker
In my darkest hours, when I need him most,
he is always there, ready and waiting.
He sits across from me with a steely,
penetrating look and unblinking eye.
Never mincing words, his approach is
straightforward, unambiguous, unforgiving,
and uncompromising. He listens
patiently, but is never emotional.
He always hears me out let's me say it all
with no interruptions. He understands,
but at the end his answer is always
the same. His wisdom is piercing, always
firm, and final, brutally honest,
no back and forth, no ups or downs,
no ifs and or buts. His single word
of advice may be the only thing
to ever penetrate my thick, stubborn
skull. He seems to always say: 'When you are ready,
I am here for you. I would never fail you.
I will help you reach that next level.
Make sure it is a time of no regrets,
no sentimentality, no tears,
no looking back, as there is no going back.'
Always that silent answer.
Ironically, he needs me to help him,
help me, and I feel safe with my trusted,
but not yet tested friend; my loaded
Smith and Wesson forty five.
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