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Rated: E · Poetry · Emotional · #1634284
A poem about a best friend who is blind, and through tragedy there is hope.
She was always happy
always kind
always loving
though she was blind

With not a single enemy
I was proud to say
that she was my best friend
every single day

Though no one’s perfect
it was easy to say
that she would always try
to make everyone’s day

I remember her features, which made her unique
how she owned her beloved falcon
and taught it to speak

As I walk home next to her
she whispers in my ear
in such a tiny voice
I can barely hear

“I am lucky to have a friend like you
and even though I am blind,
I can see your beauty,
and I know you are one of a kind”

I whisper back,
that she is my best friend
and always will be,
till’ the very end

If only I’d known
that the end drew close
but I still slept soundlessly,
knowing nothing of the end that was too close.

The next day,
I find out she is ill
I cannot visit yet
but soon I will

As I sit and pray that she will get better
my mum comes in,
holding a letter.

She hands it to me
with her eyes full of tears
it has already been opened
and now I fear

I open the letter
it is from her
the words are small and rushed
and still I fear

As I read the first line
I start to shake
if you had read it
your heart would break

It is a goodbye letter
and very personal
my eyes start to tear
as I read on

She is dying
she says she knows her time has come to an end
and that her last happy thought, will be:
that I was a great best friend

I force myself to read the rest
she must’ve gotten her mother to write it
where was I
when she needed me the most beside her?
Now the page is blurry
with the tears from my eyes
I feel her slip away
as the words slowly die

I wish I’d never read it
I wish it wasn’t true
I wish a lot of things
that can never come true

As I collapse to the hard ground,
which feels like a hole, sucking me in
where the ending can never be found,
and I slowly give in

I let the darkness take over me,
my mind, soul and body
I feel nothing
only her pain
as the picture of her swimming in my mind
comes back again

But as she stops, I hear her speak
that last final, solid weep
as the wave comes towering, overhead
and she disappears, I can only dread

As I come back to consciousness
and I lift up my head
I can see the damp letter
floating overhead

As I open my eyes
and come to realize
that there is large bird, disguised in the dark sky
carrying the letter in its beak



I sneak a peek
and see it is her falcon
the creature she loves
and that even though she may no longer be a human …

She is still loved
it is plain to see, and makes me want to cry
that god has taken her dying soul
and placed it into this creature of the sky…

Which she loves
and now her spirit remains
I shall take care of this falcon
as she is my best friend

I shall give her food,
drink, a warm home,
were she can live
never alone

As long as this falcon lives
so will she
and as long as she lives,
so will me.



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