I have the privilege of the friendship of a really amazing person. She's been through some very difficult, dark times, but she remains one of the most cheerful, happy people I know.
Hearing her story inspired me to write this poem, as a series of Twitter tweets:
1> she tells of autumn leaves, crunched, swirled in bitter howling winds. tales of a fantasy messed-up life, couldn't be true - right?
2> her stories chill, the darkness haunts the deepest spots in her pupils; hellfires on earth, a walking nightmare.
3> but silver sparkles in the tears on her cheeks, in the gusting wind that snatches and plays with our uttered words.
4> , the bitter revelation past, she smiles and laughs. Got no choice?
5> No; her choice is to smile, to bite down on the lemon and draw sugar from somewhere deep. Or maybe she's decided how to live.
6> Cup half full? Not always; she sighs. Not always, my friend; but her laugh comes again, a welcome refrain --
7> -- sprinkling a teaspoon of sugar, to help the medicine go down. No umbrella on her, but she knows how to shine!
May she have much joy...
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A beautiful poem, and a wonderful tribute to your friend.
ReplyDeletethank you.
ReplyDeleteshe's an amazing person. it's interesting how painful experiences sometimes turn a person sour, and sometimes they turn them sweet