Stubborn

Hiding behind the shield

Of the distance between us

Refusing to meet your eyes

As you continue to speak, excited

 

I’m so tired of this

Of listening to you speak

Of such impossible things

Tired of your head in the clouds

 

But I smile and nod

And continue to listen

Continue to try to believe

That you could pull this off

 

And I never tell you

Because I know what you’d say

You’d think that I’d become

The epitome of that which you despise

 

So I never tell you

Because I know you won’t listen

And you’d think badly of me

But the truth is I’m worried for you

 

Because I can’t believe that

You will pull through in the end

Call me a boring non-believer

But what if you don’t?

 

The world is cruel and hard

But you refuse to see that

Dreams don’t always come true

But you forge ahead stubbornly

 

You refuse all advice

“No thanks,” you say

“I’ll handle this on my own.

After all, it’s my own life.”

 

You leave it all behind

To pursue your passion

But I can’t help but wonder what happens

When the flames of your passion go out?

 

When all the hopes turn to ash

When all the dreams catch on fire

When everything is taken from you

And you are left with emptiness

 

When the fire is gone

And naught but the embers remain

Would you look back on these days

And wonder where the time flew to?

 

And I wonder if you yourself

Have ever thought of that question:

What would you do if you find

That this wasn’t the right path?

 

And I worry; it’s just what I do

As your friend, nearly a sister

It’s my job to keep your feet on the ground

When you can’t stay still yourself

 

I’ve tried dropping subtle hints

Anything from a word

To an action

I’ve begged you to try

 

But you don’t listen anyway

You don’t want to believe me

You don’t want to understand

Just how cruel this world can be

 

And you tell me that my dreams

Have been taken from me

Tell me that my imagination

Has been sucked dry

 

Perhaps it has been

But could you blame me?

In this universe where dog eats dog

Can you blame me for trying to stay alive?

 

And since then I’ve given up trying

It’s clear to me now that it’s hopeless

I can’t pull you back to the ground

You’ve flown too high for me to reach

 

But whatever happens, whatever

You must endure or go through

I hope you will find comfort in knowing

That I at least, will always stand by you

 

You’ve got the fire within you

The fire to make what you say true

To make all that is wrong right

And that fire is your stubbornness

 

I'll always be trying to help you

Always trying to be your conscience

Although sometimes, granted,

I will not always be right

 

And though you may find me

Too annoying

Remember, I’ll always be worried

Just as you’ll always be

 

Stubborn

Author's Note

Sometimes I wonder if some friends of mine are thinking ahead, and sometimes I worry about them...XD God, I feel like I'm their mother....lol

well....not much to say, actually. :D

Reviews

[Professor Xeronian]

Again, I'm spouting again how about it doesn't rhyme and all that. But the theme really intrigues me. Oi, I can sense my philosophical-ish side wanting to say a bunch of stuff. But in my opinion your poem addresses and completely encompasses the mutual love between siblings to look out for one another, and that it will always be there...

[Rose of Gondor]

again. Free form poetry. Ignore the rhyme and stuff :D. Thanks for that philosophy! Glad to know someone gets it. I mean, my friends certainly don't. While they're off doing reckless things I"m sitting here worrying my head off.

[Soul Fire]

I know how it feels to be the friend of the stubborn person and being the stubborn friend.You did a hreat job at depicting your side and the frustration of being a friend of a stubborn person. in your poem you best described my pet peeve of them asking for advice and then ignoring your advice .so annoying!.

[Rose of Gondor]

ha yeah...Sometimes I feel more like a mother than a friend...except that's the problem. If I WERE their mother, they might listen tome. Thanks for the review!

[Soul Fire]

you're welcome! and I'm the 'mother' amoung my friends lol

[Rose of Gondor]

lol yeah...I'm the one making sure they don't go crazy or accidentally kill themselves. It's one heck of a job.

[Soul Fire]

I do thar and try to mother them...They date these jerks and I am there for their heartbreaaj

[Soul Fire]

same here ross

[Soul Fire]

*rose I mean

[Rose of Gondor]

haha same. I'm the "talk-to" person. And it bugs me to no end that they dump all their problems on me but never have time when I have problems. AHHH well. I guess I'm just a rock kinda person. :D

[Soul Fire]

(: maybebut theyneed you I. their life igyess

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There is nothing wrong with worrying bout loved ones, in fact if you didn't then there would be something to worry about. We can never fully understand what motivates others so we just support them through the good and bad.

[Rose of Gondor]

Thanks for the kind review!