for Alex
She was so different
and I felt so young, so intimidated
but before we'd even spoken a word to eachother
I could sense that our paths were meant to colide.
She is someone who looks at me
and sees only that - me.
Someone who lets me be that "me"
and enables me to trust.
Someone who cares enough
to make me face the pain.
Someone who firmly holds my hand,
no matter how much I struggle to break away.
Someone whose gaze I can't avoid,
and that gently demands only truth.
Someone who enabled me to give in
to the grateful wonder of being loved, and of loving.
All things I honestly thought were never possible!
So this is what friendship is. Being startled into life.
i like this one. i know what you mean.
Dear Ana,
I never taught you that you had wings. I merely reminded you of you own inner strength, and you found them on your own. Keep up the writing, and fly, my friend! Fly!
Love Alex