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Friends
by Richard VinceAm I seeking a way in or
A way out? My world became
Smaller than I realised while
I wasn’t looking; perhaps my
Real need is to expand beyond
The tiny box I built myself.
Friends moved on, or so it
Seemed: perhaps the reality
Is that I forgot how to talk
To them, even how to
Make them in the first place.
Big talk grows from small as
Receptive hearts open, but
I forget and try to sneak
Feelings that don’t fit,
Like a spring tide inundating
An unsuspecting shore.
I can count my friends, but
Can I count on them?
If I close my eyes and
Allow myself to fall back,
Will I find that there is
No one to catch me?
09/24/2019 Posted on 10/26/2019
Copyright © 2024 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 10/26/19 at 04:39 PM Good one Richard; these lines especially stuck with me: I wasn’t looking; perhaps my
Real need is to expand beyond
The tiny box I built myself. |
| Posted by Angela Stevens on 02/25/20 at 08:38 PM I am currently in that tiny box. Really enjoyed reading this. |
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