The friend within
I cannot exactly remember how we became acquainted
Yet I took her in hurriedly like a long lost friend
She knew exactly what I needed, and how much of it to give
She walked with me along the scariest roads
As a companion, as a foe
As a guide, as a distraction
She talked me out of acting on my biggest dreams
Convincing me that there would be a better time to act
Like a guardian angel, she showed up in the moments I needed rescue
Like a wise companion, she explained to me gently
How I wasn’t enough, and how I wasn’t ready
She told me, that if I give it more time
I would still make it just in time
When I felt the regret of missed opportunities
She was armed with a load of words to console me
She offered temporary relief, making me feel great in my smallness
I must admit, she made a really safe companion
She knew when to stay close just as much as she knew how to withdraw
But the longer I walked with her, the more she wore me out
Our marriage de raison was on the rocks
Each moment of bliss was overshadowed by the impending regret in the shadows
I was puzzled, conflicted- was it me or her? Was I having trust issues?
I began to realize my treasured friend was the enemy sinking holes into the boat
As I sat by myself, reflecting, learning and searching for the strength within
I also began to wonder who she was, trying to put a name to her
In the hope that I could live with her longer
In an abrupt awakening, her identity came to the surface
Loud and clear, bold and highlighted
There she was…
Self-sabotage!
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