There are days I’m not sure
Who to be friends with,
Like high school,
When I wondered if anyone liked me
Or I looked good enough.
As an adult, living with responsibilities,
Aside to find who I am
Because if feels easier,
Than texts, worries, and
What did she mean by that?
That is never an offer of friendship:
The offer, the give, and take keeps me
Awake and praying
Spurring me on to offer myself as a heart,
On any given day,
The offer is not take,
It’s give and balance and we share
This burden without back biting
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Today’s writing prompt was “offer.” This post is Day 17 of 31 Days of Poetry.
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