True Friendship Poem by Holly Jamestone

I look for the sun shining through her eyes
I see an enormous black cloud
I look for its silver lining
I see an image of tearstained, swollen cheeks

I look for a light around my friend
I see a shattered, windswept bulb
I look for a broom
I see a tired mop, its locks dandruffed and broken

I look for hope on the horizon
I see darkened lighthouse windows, an unrecognizable shore
I look for enlightenment
I see bound hands unable to break free

I look for my dear friend but see her under his foot
Her pride crushed the same way his cigarette butts are
I look for friendship and I am stymied
I see friends rescuing friends with open-armed life rafts

I look for TRUE FRIENDSHIP and I am at peace
I see that true friends are not enablers
They do not give hypodermic needles to drug users
I see that they do not glue hopelessly broken vases

(3-19-2002)
©2012 All Rights Reserved