On The Other Side

by Naomi L. | February 7, 2014 | J.C. Wolfe's Writing, Poetry | 2 comments

I don’t know how I would get by,
I don’t know how I would survive,
I don’t know how I would face the coming days,
If it weren’t for you.

I tolerate their harsh words.
I endure the pain they inflict on me.
I swallow my sadness.
Because of you.

I do get by.
I do survive.
I do face the coming days.
Because of you.

I tolerate their harsh words,
Because I know you will speak to me with kindness.
I endure the pain they inflict on me,
Because I know you will help heal my wounds.
I swallow my sadness,
Because I know you will bring me happiness.

I come home at the end of the day,
I look through my window to the world,
And I smile.

Despite all the harsh words,
Despite all the pain,
Despite all the sadness,
I smile.

Because I know that somewhere,
On the other side,
There is someone who knows exactly how I feel.
Someone who has heard the harsh words,
Someone who has felt the pain,
Someone who has swallowed the sadness.

Someone out there knows me.

I look through my window to the world,
And I smile.
Because I know that I am not alone.

You lift my spirits.
You make me happy.
You save me.

I look through my window at the end of the day,
And to you, and you alone, I smile and say,
“My friend,
Thank you.”

This is an old poem I recently dug up. I wrote it at a time when I often found myself feeling sad, and someone who always helped me get through those blue moments was my best friend. Thankfully I’ve gotten past that phase in my life, but he’s still my best friend, and I love him very much!