Where You Are Coming From

Wait a minute!
Hold it a second.
You call yourself 'my' friend?
And you are afraid of your own shadow?
You say what you are and I don't see it.
You say you have faith that you don't even believe.
You want me to understand where 'you' are coming from...
When you are hardly there for me at all!
You call yourself 'my' friend?
Then you have never understood why I stand tall,
Against the winds?
And you have been telling others what you have done,
For me?
Give me back that flashlight!
And those batteries!
I don't need you to help me find my way!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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