The Friendship Tangle

They bounce things off of me,
spot things in me at any given time;
and presents it to me, despite the risks.

Enhanced I am by their words of cheer.
dazzled by their talents and gifts,
which they share so willingly.

They help me to get through layers
and layers of my personality
that I would never approach.

And, the smiles they shift my way
on all those days of deep apathy
pays off in spades big time for me.

Delving into current emotional trends
that's attached big time to my painful past.
My friends walk me through these times.

Past the tear filled episodes of immensity
over the rough edge moments of intensity
finally arriving in the transitory places.

Helping me to exchange sorrow for smiles
Raw wounds for salve and healing laughter
My friends rock and rule with gentleness.

Enough of it in force to heal ...
a multi-broken heart; with attaching scars.
They wade with me through murky waters of my past.

Their arms are mighty weapons against recurring sadness-es.
They pour into me of their own pain, thus freeing me,
at their own expense, for the good of us all they flow.

It's my friends that I lean on when I'm lonely, bored;
when the tears overwhelm and flood my soul;
spilling into my physical world with ferocity.

I wish they knew how much they really mean to me,
how bright their star leads me out of my own dark nights.
I wish I could express all this to them; perhaps one day...