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. |