My Friend

I cry
I weep
I bawl
I scream
I reach
I search
I look
I find
I grab
I pick up
I bring close
I hold
It gleams
My friend
The one
Who cares
Who helps
I look
It smiles
At me
I do
I use
It helps
My friend
To comfort
To ease
To try
To make sense
Of me
It works
I’m happy
I’ts over
I’m comforted
Because of
I’m confident
In spite of
In me
I lay down
My friend
It leaves
It hides
It goes
To use
Another day
Another time
I get up
I stand up
I go
Ready now
To face the world
Rebecca Bay
March 1999

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