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Her Grace

Updated: Jun 2, 2024

In the shadows of my unaware mind

A friend stood by, so gentle and kind

Unseen, her efforts, her unwavering grace

A presence of solace, in a silent space


I failed to see, to understand

Her outstretched hand, a guiding hand

Blinded by my own inner fight

I missed her warmth, her guiding light


She stayed by my side, no judgment in sight

Never making me feel wrong or contrite

I failed to reciprocate, to give what was due

Yet she remained steadfast, her love true


Unappreciated, her efforts unseen

In the haze of my struggles, what could have been

But now I know, the truth rings clear

Her friendship, a treasure held dear


The past may haunt, its echoes long

But we learn and grow, we emerge strong

I’ll always remember, the friend by my side

In moments of darkness, a beacon, a guide


I was so stuck in my selfish negative ways, that I wasn't able to see the friend I had in this person. I didn't realize I was surrounded by such a loving and genuinely healthy soul. I couldn't see her light, because my own light had been shielded. The constant negativity, criticism and mockery in my environment, made it difficult to see anything other than the same in other people. This person was there for me, on multiple occasions. She took the time to listen to my drama, give advice that I never followed, my negativity, my judgments and criticisms of others, and literally just everything that came with being around me at that time in my life. Looking back, I know how hard she tried to make a difference in my life. And while it didn't back then, it makes all the difference to me now. I often reference her in my mind, as I'm navigating the social work field and trying to help other people. I remember her patience, her persistence to make a difference, and I strive to be more like her. I could share countless stories on the things she's done, of the people she's helped, and the lengths she'll go to help people find their happiness, but that would be another chapter in a book. She is a good person, and she deserved better from my friendship. I hope she knows that she did make a difference. That it now clicks in my head, and it allows me to help other people, and find the patience, empathy, and understanding to keep going with even the most difficult clients. Because in the end, our behaviors are symptoms. Symptoms of our inner struggles, and she knew that, and I am forever grateful.


 
 
 

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