How much misery can there really be?
From the heart, from the mind,
from a friend, from the mirror.
Can misery reside so deep inside
no one else can see or understand.
Is it a permanent scarring
or the swing of a mood.
Depends on the kind of friend it is.
Friend, if that’s all you know.
It controls, it holds,
a warm place to lie down in.
You can always count on it,
know it will be there
It takes so little effort to call it home.
Its hold so deep, there can be no intrusion
from help, kind words or the sunshine of the day.
A warm smile is melted, kind words vaporized.
Misery is a loner, seclusion its friend.
Poetry by Patricia Walter 2000 ©