A Friend, Simply


As a friend you have much better insight

You ask a lot of me, but it is what I requested

You would like the mystery of my light

But such honesty has been mostly arrested


I have been hiding the truth for so very long

From everyone including myself

A continuous and self-defeating song


I don’t wish to deny you with my defenses

I could easily tear down my walls of fear

It could be done with a few remaining pretenses

Simply a massive shifting of a selfish gear


Only I know the flames and crackling that are heard

It isn’t something that I benefitted from

I suffer the most from the lack of a word


It would be to my good to end my hesitations

And if I give you open access to my thoughts

Crashing my own gates to give you visitations

Break down the walls that I have wrought


Yet it’s so hard to deny a life’s maze

Yield to the common without hesitation

To fix the error of a life in a haze


Barbara Blackcinder

About Barbara Blackcinder

I am a poet/writer with a hunger for words. There are so many out there that I haven't used yet. They define all reality and especially mine when you read those from me.
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