The End

What kind of friend am I ?

You may call me a
a traitorous bitch
because I will not
drown with you
in this sorrowful ditch.

The invitations to your party
were sent.
I received mine . . .
RSVP ~ Declined.

I loved you . . .
at least, I thought so.
And now . . .

now, I refuse to wallow
in the mud with you.
The train is leaving
I must go.

Tugging on my arm
you still ask . . .
What kind of friend am I ?

Answering . . .
I will not swallow
and choke on the dirt
that is of your creation,
when you are blinded
by a one sided . . .
and not so shiny coin.

And right there in your face
didn’t you know ?
Of course you didn’t
with Third Eye closed.

Somewhere . . .
I read about the joining
careful love . . .

some things take time
to realize the degree
of what it means . . .
when you agree
to jump in & be sucked in
without boundaries
it’s really kind of cowardly.

And the cleaning
with knuckles bleeding
and oh the clearing
of your own space
may be a mess
just look at your face

but worth every drop.

Upon returning
re-birthing
and relearning
exactly what it is
that you want, is exciting.

And BTW
I refuse to Be an Extra
in your play !

This is my life, and
the plan of the Divine
is my birthright
my self – design.

Do you have a better one,
see a better way ?
I did not think so.

It is time to let go . . .

Farewell, my old familiar friend.
Good-bye self-loathing
with your obnoxious groaning
it’s time to begin anew.

So, call me . . .
when you throw
a celebratory party
for love and growth
and never lose that hope
or the shine
that IS you. Me.

And I Will be happy to RSVP . . .
this time with a YES . . .
with a party hat tipping
bells on and best dress.

This is short
and not too sweet
but it’s the real deal
take it or leave it.

I have to do what is best
for she and I and me.

I will not entertain
or be you or that me . . . again.
Party on . . . party on
if you will.

What kind of friend am I ?

Removing this mask
that never fit . . .
and putting down the phony flask
that never tasted good anyway
and only drunk-ended
and spilled over on you.

So, you ask . . .
What kind of friend am I ?
An Authentic One . . .
shit, get over it and live.

© Janet P. Caldwell May 26, 2013

Inspired by: Life & Elise Fee / Life Coach, I love you !

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