I wish that I wasn’t so weak,
and was able to remember the correct words to speak.
To say the things on my mind,
when I feel another person has been treated too unkind.

Hurtful words spoken in a tug of war,
then suddenly; two people are not speaking anymore.
Afraid of saying exactly what I feel,
both wanting to be my only friend but which one is real.

It seems I am to take one side,
I have no one to talk to in whom I can really confide.
How do I pick, whom do I choose,
whatever decision I make I know I am going to loose.

Terribly confused by what I hear,
wanting to please both of these people I hold so dear.
Visiting in silence during each stay,
wanting to speak words and to tell what I have to say.

So proud of these friends I see,
wondering if their words of pain were intended for me.
My tattered heart laying in the dust,
because I am unsure of myself of which one I can trust.

Things have turned out badly now,
I keep wondering could this all be rectified somehow.
Do these friends of long ago know,
how I long to visit, and the things I still want to show.

I feel like dust caught in the wind,
how I pray each day, this nightmare, will someday end.
To hear their words of kindness again,
saying, “ I have missed you, and I love you my friend.”

© Brenda Sparkman
January 12, 2007