Friend

 

Don’t tell me that you understand, don’t tell me that you know,

Don’t tell me that I will survive or how I will surely grow.

Don’t tell me that this is just a test, that I am truly blessed.

That I am chosen for this task, apart from all the rest.

Don’t come at me with answers, that can only come from me,

Don’t tell me how my grief will pass, that I will soon be free.

Don’t stand in pious judgment of the bounds I must untie,

Don’t tell me how to suffer, and don’t tell me how to cry!

My life is filled with selfishness, my pain is all I see,

But, I need you now, I need your love, unconditionally.

Accept me in my ups and downs, I need someone to share.

Just hold my hand and let me cry, and say, “My friend, I care.”

Author, Joanetta Hendel 

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