Lately I have lost one of my friends. I knew her for nearly 15 years and loved her. She was such an amazing, wonderful person with the greatest heart. Last week I was informed that she is no more.
I dedicate this poem to her. Rest in Peace, my friend.
Growing up, she’s the different child
no matter how calm, no matter how wild
it never fits, it’s never a match…
no friends, no fun, on her soul is a scratch.
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Jokes and laughter every day
but she’s not part – she is the prey!
It took a while, but then the shock
to others she is the laughing stock.
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The years go by, but not the pain
Everyday life becomes more strain.
Sometimes better, then again for the worse
she knows deeply inside, her weight is a curse.
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Being an adult she’s got the greatest heart
but people don’t care, they still rip her apart.
She’s so amazing with no edges and nooks
still nobody cares; it’s all about the looks.
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She’s hurt and used by so called ‘friends’
repeatedly pierced and got no amends.
Getting it bad by only weeks apart
At the end she decided to take heart.
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She made a decision, in secret, and slow.
that to her it was time to turn and to go
on silent soles, her inside in strife,
she blew out her own flame of life…
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(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, November 2015)
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