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The Best Are Harder to Find
February 17, 2016
A box in the rain, on a field outside
Sat wet and gloomy in the bitter cold.
I saw this box, sitting there like it died
Years ago. So I opened it-- Behold!
An oyster, so old and... a chunk of gold!
Tossed the shell aside and took the jewel
Everywhere I went. And the stone controlled
What I did, how I lived; I was its mule.
But I threw that pyrite straight at the wall,
And took out the old clam shell I had found.
In it was a beautiful pearl, so small;
It comforted me— healed, saved from that mound.
Toxic friends are out in packages bright,
While the best may be hidden out of sight.
© Jaime M., Wichita Falls, TX
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I'm dedicating this poem to my incredible best friend (well, one of my best friends).... We haven't been friends all that long, relatively-speaking, but I'm glad we're so close now! I thank her so so much for putting up with me, and for showing me that true friends should be ones who actually want to hang out with me, who actually enjoy spending time with me instead of keeping me around only when convenient for them. I thank her for texting me for hours when I'm upset, and not leaving until I'm okay again, even if it's inconvenient for her. I thank this friend for knowing ME, for paying such close attention that she can tell when I'm upset deep down, when most people are fooled by the façade I try to put on, or just don't care enough. Thank you, girl, for making me laugh, for being your crazy, weird self, for loving me for being ME and not who I pretend to be. Thank you for being one of maybe 4 people I can actually be myself in front of. I love you so much!!! This girls deserves all the appreciation in the world for all she does, but I hope this is enough. <3