Category: Writers Block
Poem with an inaccurate title. This is about three people. You all know who you are, thank you for not killing me in all the times I've said hurtful things Erik, for the advice Albano and Joseph, and for cuddles, the cuddler knows who they are, and certain assaulters don't need to know who the cuddler is. Ok, shut up now and just get on with it, Mikaela.
The Forgiving One
You stand in the light of my glare,
You take the blows of my hostility,
When I'm down and untrusting,
You don't push or pry.
You are the one who can give me advice,
You are able, wise, knowing, and altogether friendly,
When I'm beyond guarded toward you,
You just keep telling me it'll be allright and you won't hurt me.
You are a good friend who will not judge me for anything,
We can help each other through strained situations,
And though I've drifted in some other direction in the past,
You have stayed around me: you have forgiven.
This is prosaic. I imagine it's personal, which will give it power for you, but I hesitate a little to call this poetic. It doesn't have a lot of what I'd call good imagery, and while poetry needs neither meter nor rhyme in order to be called poetry, this has neither.
It's clear you meant it when you wrote it, and that it has some meaning for you. For that alone, it's nice to see.