struggle

tearing the walls and collapsing the floor
not sure who or what or how anymore
so lost and unable to resurface again
never able to recapture the air and
the struggles of life and love
they tear and destroy the fibers of
soul, heart and being
everything in between
confusion and uncertainty thrive
as i struggle with why i'm alive
trying to know why i'm here
struggling with what to fear
and what to accept and hold dear
waiting for her to reappear
to pull me together once and for all
to keep my mind on that damn ball
but then, a wonderful friend interjects in my life
she always knows how to calm my strife
she helps to organize the thoughts in my head
says there's so much more to see ahead
without her i don't know how i would live
she always has the best advice to give
an amazing person, a great fucking friend
i love her to death, 'til the bitter end
tonight i will lay down to rest
much more calm and focused on my quest
of inner peace and understanding of me
because i must know me before i can be
anything for anyone i love
she is my white dove
my sign of hope
yeah, she's that fucking dope.

i love you, my friend.
you know who you are. :]
and thank you, once again.