“To My Friends” & “I’m Tired.” | Two Personal Poems
To My Friends
To my friends
How are you?
You look amazing
No?
Come on
Let that chest puff up
You deserve that crown
Do you even understand?
Do you even know?
Do you even see?
How wonderful are you?
Out of 8 billion lives
Out of the many footsteps
Out of the memories of history
There is only one of you that ever existed
No one has your soul
No one has your dreams
No one has your spirit
No one has your victories
No one has toiled as hard
As you
There is
No need
To meet your achievements
And failures
At the same destination
Because no matter how you perceive them
My pride for you
Would rival Ceaser
A snowflake
A diamond
A pearl
Uniquely valuable
I’m glad to have found you
Why are you apologizing
To me?
I’m your friend
You gave me wealth
And I chose to invest that
On you
All of you
Even the parts
That fluctuate
I must admit
I’m like a fork
There are four heads
One is what people see
One is what my friends see
One is what I yearn to show
One is what I’m trying to
Work on…
Ages past
The man you see
Was also the boy
Whose body shakes
When they are seen
For the lunch table I sat
Was quiet
Vile ghosts in the school showers
Places a curse on me
An illusion came
A prisoner I have become
Of my own body
Despite being able
To see my own feet
It’s ok
Don’t be sad
It is because of you
I feel better :)
You are so valuable
That King Midas can’t transform you
You are so smart
That King Solomon bows
You are so beautiful
That I think I saw Cleopatra blush
You are so courageous
That King Leonidas would follow you
Still think you don’t deserve the crown?
Thank you
For helping me to understand
Thank you
For recognizing my footsteps
Thank you
For cheering for my triumphs
Thank you
For the gifts
Thank you
For tolerating my humor
Thank you
For assuming the best in me
And.
I wish the boy I was
Had the chance to meet you
I’m Tired
I’m tired
I mean it
I’m tired
I’m tired of a world
That hides in fogs
Speaks in riddles
While leaving me behind
With a map
That has no keys
Why hide your meaning
Why coat your words in venom
Why are you angry at me
Why won’t you open doors
When did
“We should grab coffee”
Mean no?
I don’t understand
If children are journalists
You are a composer
Trying to create a symphony
Making the words dance around
While choosing not to
Face the audience
That’s not talent
It’s cowardice
About Eden
Eden Alon is a disability coach and community facilitator who works with teens and young adults with disabilities to build confidence, communication skills, and independence in everyday life. With a background in communication, advocacy, and nonprofit work, Eden has supported hundreds of people through coaching, workshops, and peer-led programs.
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