Quiet friends

She sat by me

When assigned at work

Bitter and pessimistic,

I rolled my mind’s eye.

Another robotic newbie,

The script is bad enough,

But ears bleed next to a new outreach specialist.

It’s no one’s fault, except the writers’

It seems every light I find

Looks like hell fire coming to consume me from a distance.

But I am nearsighted.

And the quiet girl next to me shown a light of hope

In that harsh office,

And in my self-torture

She stood with me on winter nights,

And acted as a platform to my dreams by late spring

And I swallowed it all

Never thinking about the impermanence of light.

I burn bright now,

As her light flickers on and off

As rarely as she appears 3 years later,

Even in my current brilliant state,

Her light still lifts me and keeps me growing


Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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