As many of you know, the last month has been a living hell for me. With 2 relatives recently diagnosed with cancer, having had the flu, and breaking up with my girlfriend, I've needed a lot of support. I just wanted to post this to thank all of you for your consolation and your help in this very troubling time.
Someone in my life has recently questioned my definition of "friend". She says that friends just hang out and shouldn't feel right about leaning on each other in times of strife. She says that providing support in painful times is the purpose of a "best friend". Well, some of you awesome people out there have known me for less than 3 months (some of you, less than a month!) and you have still been at my side every second! This mostly goes out to everyone in my "Eppright Family" (hint: if you live in Eppright, and you are reading this, I'm talking about you!!!!) but I don't discount the help given to me by my longtime brothers and sisters that I know through A&M UMC, as well as all the amazing people I've met in my adventures and misadventures around campus (including my work buddies!). Some of you have helped me and probably don't even realize it.
Words cannot describe my feelings toward all of you, but I did my best at doing so in a poem today. I sincerely hope each of you understand how much you mean to me, and that I'll always be here if you need me! Please write comments! I love to hear from all of you.
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Ok, guys... here's the poem. This is my first poem to ever be "released to the public" and I want to hear your thoughts on it! :-)
By Greg Mikeska
All around the pillars fall.
I feel my legs go numb as I run away from the falling walls.
The flames burn high. As I hit the ground, I cannot see.
But my friends come in and carry me.
My allies dear, they aid me when I fall.
And urge me on when I lose faith and stall.
Then one "friend" that I thought I knew
says that she won’t carry me through.
She steps away and says it’s too much stress.
My leaning has turned into a wine-makers press.
Your shoulder weak is no use to me.
And this “friendship” here I just fail to see.
I promised to be there when the world gets too strong,
But that commitment, you said, puts it all wrong.
“That’s what friends are for” they say
But you just don’t seem to see it that way.
Well, run, weak one, run far from me.
But know that here I’ll always be.
I am here waiting if it gets too much to bear,
And when it does, I’ll be there.
Every second of every day,
I’ll be with you. I’m here to stay.
But don’t expect any trust from me
Because you saw me fall and left me be.
Thanks to all who are still here
Who aid my struggles and do not sneer.
Thanks to all who see my strain
And help me to rise up once again.
The names there are too many to put on this page
But you all kill the demons and help soothe my rage
I love you all.
And you know I am here whenever you call.
I will be your shoulder, and break your fall
Because, as humans go, you are the greatest of all.