Best Friends

In the middle of all this chaos
Of putting together broken fragments
Of stories that decided to tell themselves
Quite differently than what we would've liked,
Without changing our role as the protagonist!

Of all the revolutions and rebellions
Of trying to get into shoes that just didn't fit,
Or were too pretty to be comfortable,
And walking around with blisters for weeks
Of getting on the scale every single morning
Hungry, sore and obsessed.

Of endless comparisons, with ourselves, with others
With them, who have never walked with us
Or stood by us, with their shoulders ready for our tears
Or their arms, ready for a hug.

Of the often misguided thought, of being too important
Or the equally pointless assumption
That we are not important at all
Then, sinking into the couch with a bowl of ice cream
Just accepting that we are, and that is all there is to it!

Of all the frogs and the imposter princes
The lost patronizers, always eager
To help us find our way in life!
Men showing up late,
And men who have met more books than people,
In their sad, solitary lives.

In this constant evaluation and sorting
Of people and situations, successes and failures,
How often, and how consciously
Do we celebrate,
Having a  friend by our side?