my life is ridiculous.
she said,
no it's not.and proceeded to list the ways in which my life, in fact, matters very much.
this, is how friends have kept me afloat my entire life. when i'm foundering on the rocks, certain of imminent doom, my friends, my loved ones, say,
no, look. just there, help is on the way.their eyes can see where i have lost the vision. they remember my course when the navigation has failed me and i no longer remember what the journey was about.
i get on a train in a few short hours, and meet up with another friend, someone who has brightened my life with her love. i will rest in her arms, and spend the night in her home, and trust the balm of affection to soothe me. weary am i.
there are a lot of things for me to figure out, some of them i am told to just walk away from. and i will, i am trying. but in the meantime, i stack the stones i've gathered along the path, and they seem like nothing. that is, until my friends come along and stack their stones with mine, and that amounts to something. together, i am reminded of who i am. who they are. why we are together for this journey. and it begins to make sense again.
trust is what it amounts to.
trust that help is on the way.
3 comments:
so if i pretend to throw a boulder in does that count? :D
it will serve. :) thank you rakeem.
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