An Old Friend

With sympathy-heavy eyes do you look at me
carefully, to avoid disturbing my sadness
as though it were a dove, gently perched upon my shoulder
This bird, as heavy as its weight may be
is undeniably lovely when I am alone
and when I am vulnerable 
I take care of it, I’ll admit
As it’s much like an old friend
After all, we did grow up together
It is my most loyal companion and my best advisor
It nestles down, making a nest in my mind
enjoying its stay I suppose
and tells me things such as, “You are unwanted here, it would be safer for your pride and in the best interest of your heart to not join in on their conversation,”
This advice, I know, is not always so helpful
But Lord, is it beautifully wrapped 
Its flowered language is incredibly addicting
So I take spoonfuls at a time of its seemingly medicinal words
And I feel, one day, that I may overdose
But I do not fear it, not really 
I am too in love with this drug, and the one who provides it
to ever let it go 
And oh, this bird, its tune so sweet
is drowning out everything else that I hear
I dream of one day, after singing in tandem with it for so long
that I may sing without the aid
of such an alluring, yet poisonous harmony 
But until then
I suppose I will teach the bird
to fly away; 
starting by spreading its wings 

Tags: Happy, Sad, Metaphor, Encouraging, Pain, Imagery, Deep,