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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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…
(Copyright: Aurora Jean Alexander, November 2015)