A heart of gold
is the most common saying
But it is not true
for yours
Your heart?
It is pure
It is clear
And it shines, oh it shines
For when you make me laugh
it takes in the sunshine
of my emotions
Reflecting
Refracting
and shines it back to the world
Luminous
That's what your heart is
Once a roughly-hewn stone
Now cut and shaped
over the passage of time
and the tools of
your own life experiences
And it is unique
oh, so unique
Unique when it wasn't shaped
And even more so unique now
Clear and bright
I am truly lucky
that you've chosen to show me
the light that shines forth
And yet hard and enduring
To tell me tough truths
and shield me from those
who sniff me out when I'm weak
Fight for me
You fight for me
with your heart so bright and pure
yet solid and everlasting
Brightness
Purity
Luminosity
Strength
Endurance
Love.
A heart of gold?
No, my dear.
Yours is of diamond.
And I am the richest
I have been
in years
And I will destroy all
who think to tarnish
your incredible light
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I still do not have a title for this. I'm not sure I can think of one that fully encompasses the feelings my friends have given me.
To the friends I made. You made and still make me laugh. You've offered an ear, a shoulder, and hugs unconditionally - yet also called me out and given me hard and unvarnished truths. You gently encourage and also fiercely push me to be a person you can see me be. And the demons, you've seen them - and yet, miraculously, amazingly, you still fight for me.
I confess that I do not understand why. I don't like unanswered questions. I don't like that emotions can't be neatly explained and put in a corresponding box. In year 13 chemistry my teacher would sometimes say 'It just is' or 'Just because' when our questions ventured into university-level territory, for we didn't have the time to cover it to that great a depth. I didn't like that either but by university I realised that maybe I didn't want to know all the whys and hows.
Perhaps I should clarify. I often get told you fight for me because we're friends, because you care. On some level I comprehend that, I know. Whether I can accept it without asking why - if I can even accept it at all - is another question.
Maybe I will be able to one day, but until then, I write this knowing that I am incredibly blessed with people in my life.
YOU ARE READING
A Work In Progress
PoetryThis is merely a collection of poetry that I decided to start. It contains works I've completed and will be added to as the year progresses. I wanted to see if I could write a poem a week, which will be especially interesting considering my fluctuat...
