A good friend of mine once told me
"Close friends? You don't have them.
They're all over there, away from you,
Because you, yourself, are making a schism."
This struck me as odd, and I stopped.
I reflected on those who I knew to be...
There wasn't anyone. Then, a family trip
Trapped me in my head when all was cloudy.
Back from the sojurn, no questions answered
Why have I not a friend? Why so detached?
I searched for someone close at school,
Even church, but not one that could take me back
To a time when a close few was all I needed.
Now, I stood alone witout a shoulder.
My heart ached like a stone cracked
By ice, which causes even mountains to shatter!
For a time I resigned, became content,
But as I did, a small few appeared
In the form of a wife and two kids
(It was an acting group, so nothing too weird).
While it lasted, I thought I found the group
To occupy my heart's inner circle,
But the demands of acting were too great,
I just had no time. I left, searching for a miracle.
A year passed, and another again.
I left for Florida on a church trip.
Someone I knew alright before this
Suddenly became closer real quick.
Neither of us noticed, unti; an onlooker
Exclaimed "You're acting like siblings!"
How quaint! So we were! My heart lept
Just a few inches, still wary and cautious.
Joyfully, the "adoption" stuck. But still, I've quite
A ways to go, before the gates are opened.
My goal, no, my dream for the past 2 years
To let show all that I've bottled, kept
For a special few that would make themselves
Friends to this closed off soul.
Becoming more open as I go, I want to show them
The same care they've showed to me!