Where I Refuse to Follow

Today I am hit anew with the pain of losing my best friend.

She didn’t die, didn’t move away.

She made choices I don’t understand,

Went where I refuse to follow.

I thought I knew her,

Thought I was a better judge of character.

I’d never considered there would be a time

When I couldn’t

Turn to her,

Seek her advice,

Cry on her shoulder.

But she hasn’t confided in me,

She’s only pulled away,

And went where I refuse to follow.

Things will never be the same.

I have lost a piece of my heart.

To Heal My Soul

To heal my soul,

To fill myself with patience and compassion,

I need time to myself.

Time where I am my only responsibility.

While in short supply, it is possible

To sit and have a cup of tea

To wander among the trees

To put pen to paper.

Ten minutes each day.

I cannot help you if I don’t first help myself.