I had a friend
She was gentle
fragile, small
and scared
We sat together
and lay together
We shared our thoughts and our
secrets.
We talked together and walked together
we held hands
We were friends
We both had pet names
Her name was Kat and my name was Kit
and Both of us had given up our life
and Both of us wanted a life
We talked together about our lives
We shared our dreams
and tried to understand our pains
Most of all we just held hands
and tried hard to help each other stand
I loved this friend of mine
and when she died
so did I
They took her life and told a lie
said she had committed suicide
The night she died
as I laid alone and cried
she tapped on my window and told me
she was alright and said goodbye
She was gentle
fragile, small
and scared
We sat together
and lay together
We shared our thoughts and our
secrets.
We talked together and walked together
we held hands
We were friends
We both had pet names
Her name was Kat and my name was Kit
and Both of us had given up our life
and Both of us wanted a life
We talked together about our lives
We shared our dreams
and tried to understand our pains
Most of all we just held hands
and tried hard to help each other stand
I loved this friend of mine
and when she died
so did I
They took her life and told a lie
said she had committed suicide
The night she died
as I laid alone and cried
she tapped on my window and told me
she was alright and said goodbye
I Cannot Judge
ReplyDeleteI cannot judge
We all have our reasons
My mom was bipolar
That was my childhood
One giant looney
Tennis match
Back and forth
Up and down
And the pain was always
Somebody else's fault
Oh, I became the world's
Youngest therapist
With my mother
But somehow I lost
Some of my childhood
In the process
Then my time came
Time for my own healing
I had options
It wasn't a dead end
Street
I had help
Others, therapists and Nature
I was lucky
I made it to the other side
I can still live
In a crazy world
And see the beauty
Feel the mighty ebb and flow
Of Spirit
When I need the time
I take it
I'm honest
About where I'm at
Rant, mourn, recreate
Crying down at the beach
But I come out the other side
Spit onto the sand
Like the most precious
Opalescent shell
Clean and fresh
Ready to be filled.
Love-TigerWindwalker(@coyotedolphin)
wow Im totally buzzed by your words how wonderful you are to just share all that with ME! What lives we have What life are we born into.... Dear Dear Tiger what life was for you as a child and young boy to man The Wonders Of You .. the poem above is a true experience my friend was murdered and the killers got away with what they did.. her death was called a suicide ... and it is true that only a few moments it would have been that she has died I heard a knock knock knock on the window of where I was... her voice calling me telling me Im alright she said Im alright and then she told me goodbye ... :) Thank you so very much for sharing with me.... and Hey I am too a water sign Cancer :))
ReplyDeleteEven with the twitter of hummingbirds
ReplyDeleteAnd the buzzing of the bees
We are finding ways to go deeper
Amidst pain, we find our ease.
Love you-Tiger