Growing Pains
I don’t know what to tell you
as your tearful eyes,
full of hurt and spite,
claw deep into my heart.
“You’re not the same!”
you exclaim,
as you turn your back
leaving me in the cold.
How could I not be the same?
did I transform into
some unrecognized monster,
without trace of your best friend?
I’m a young kindred spirit
who is as human
as you, prone to
stumbles and pitfalls.
Please don’t cast me aside!
For you know my inner soul,
and are a light to my life
blinding my inner demons.
Reality dawns on me,
that I’d rather pay penance
in this purgatory, then
be alone and in the right.
“I’m not the same,”
I start to whisper,
confessing my sins
while tears trickle down icy cheeks.
Like an injured soul,
I lick my wounds away,
in pitiful sorrow while in
soul-crushing pain.
I beg for mercy now,
among my accusing jury
praying you will save me
from a self-imposed prison.
Without you I am
but a frail rose,
under scorching heat
ready to wither away.
You’re my reprieve
from pitch-black
sorrow, my only hope,
In remembering who I am.