Friendship

by

Success

I am my service–

my greatest, only gift.

How shall I wrap it?

‘ depends on what you need.

If I’m ever in your service,

forever on your team,

how can you accuse me

of being so mean?

And am I not successful

if you have what you need?

If my gift is invisible to you,

what happened to the deed?

Is it really there?

I guess that depends

on if you

know

how much I care.

-DSH 11/30/16

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The Enemy

Hurt.

I carry the burning scars

with me.

I face them

in the mirror

every day.

The memory

inflames me

with justifiable

anger.

 

Hurt.

I will never forget

or let you in

no matter how long

you knock.

I can’t listen.

It doesn’t matter.

There is no

excuse.

 

Agony.

The betrayal.

You should have been

my friend!

 

Agony.

You might have been

if only

I had been

yours.

–DarEll S. Hoskisson 1/29/16

**I don’t believe this is always true.  There are truly enemies we need to protect ourselves and our families from, acts of true barbarism that can’t be allowed to be repeated.

But, in general, who the aggressor is in any frictional or one-sided relationship is less clear.

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Friend

Friend

It isn’t that you

can’t hurt me or won’t.

It isn’t that you

can’t leave me or don’t.

The risk is real and

inevitable.

It is that I believe

that we will get through it somehow,

that although pain will come, it will be unintentional, and

that you are worth it.

–DarEll S. Hoskisson

1/28/16