Heart Friends


A true friend then
Is not that coward
Who’s too fearful
To risk your anger

Yet brave enough
To bitch about you
To other people
In your absence

It took you years
To recognise this
But the other kind
Don’t even notice

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on July 25, 2017, in Poetry and tagged , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.

  1. This is true of the insecure, the timid, the unconfident – all which I used to be and still battle at times. Have learned kind and gentle ways to make a point, without anger. But it did take years to learn. To grow up. Alas, still a long way to go. Your poem lends the reader an opportunity for self-reflection. 😯 Thank you for this one, Ben.

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  2. Such an important point both for us to challenge our friends and accept our friends challenging us!

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  3. Exactly. It’s a process, though, on both sides. Accepting that others are flawed is the flip side of the coin of self forgiveness, I think.

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  4. Truth can hurt, or open up understandings otherwise hidden.

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  5. I have learned in my short 43 years that telling them…in my own way…hurts way less than I ever thought possible. And I sleep better at night. 🙂

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