Friendship is slippery.
Got to chalk my hands,
Hold fast. I want it simple,
Tell all, share all, know all.
Doesn't work even when we try.
Words cast confusing shadows
I only know what I hear
not all you work to tell me
even if you tell everything.
You only see what you see
not all I'd die for you to know
even if I strip off my last mask.
Fragile and imperfect we
hold hands on the narrow bridge
over chasm of isolation.
Hold fast. It isn't simple.
Please chalk your hands.
Friendship is slippery.
Very well stated truths and perceptions, Victoria! Amazed you could write this in the middle of the night.
ReplyDeleteYes, yes, yes, Victoria!! Definitely true. I do very much like the form here as well, the way you developed the ideas. Hugs, my friend.
ReplyDeleteSo true and well expressed, Victoria. It's been a long time since I've immersed myself in your poetry. Looking forward to catching up!
ReplyDeleteMy hands feel bloodied trying to hold on as you describe. Another poem of truth.
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