The Realest Saddest Day

The Realist Saddest day this Year
I knew for a long time that I was my own best friend
Letting someone in
Trusting
Giving; Sharing
Done it,
Again
Here I am
Again
Facing my Enemy
My confident
Lover
Once Friend
From the other side of the room
On the opposite side of the table
As the Claimant I face off against
My friend
The Lies, Truths and Manipulation
Piercing, Burning, Scraping my Spirit
The Filter Of friendship that was layered on me
Hurts as its torn, ripped removed
This Pain
Intense and
excruciating is
Liberating, Healing and Mind-building
Up from the core
There's a sighting of familiar; safe and true
Resembling my reflection of
Me who yes You
Me
I see my best friend
Hi Eleanor