Heart Friends
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
Posted on July 25, 2017, in Poetry and tagged Cowardice, Deceit, Fear, Friendship, Honesty, Life, Self-deception. Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.
Ben Naga 
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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Self-reflection is always worth considering, Much gold may be mined thereby. 🙂
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For sure. “The unexamined life is not worth living.” (Socrates?) 🤔
Your poem was a good reminder to review how honest and courageous I’ve been in various relationships. Thank you. 😌
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Such an important point both for us to challenge our friends and accept our friends challenging us!
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To be called a true friend.
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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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And then are those who see us all as facets of one diamond.
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Truth can hurt, or open up understandings otherwise hidden.
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Even both, although it may take a little time.
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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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An added bonus, 🙂
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For sure 🙂
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