The most important of life’s battles is the one we fight daily in the silent chambers of the soul.
~ David O. McKay
Hi everyone. This is going to be a short blog because I have so much to do. But I wanted to show you guys a poem I wrote last night. I made mistakes that almost cost me a really good best friend. I didn’t realize the mistakes I made until she told me them. Nobody is perfect, but I made sure that I would make up the mistakes I made. She is a great friend! Here is my poem and I hope you all have a great day! :)
I am drowning.
Drowning in a pool of sorrow and confusion.
What have I done?
Slowly, slowly pushed her away.
Never saw, never knew.
Then she tells me of her sadness.
Friendship fading.
I am lost.
I have no recollection of such bitterness.
Such cruelty.
Was I that mean, that ignorant?
Love, ’tis love that caused my change probably.
I wait.
I wait to die or to live.
Die in sadness.
Live in happiness and regret.
She looks over at me.
A tear falls from her cheek as she lifts me up.
I look at her in shock.
She smiles.
She pulls me out.
I sob into her arms as we hug.
She has forgiven me.
A true friend she is. A true friend.
