#WritcoPoemPrompt67
To pacify a friends' emotionally disturbed heart, To handle the twists and turns of life, We have to try to lend a hand and help each other out, Because living alone is like holding the edge of a knife.
I can't promise you that you'd come out of life's challenges unscathed... oh, they'd be scars.
I've become accustomed to being there for myself alone.
I've mastered the art of holding the edge of a knife regardless of the pain until I discovered that when it comes to you and you alone; My inadequacies disappear, my weaknesses have no hold on me. I love what I become because of you.
My heart of Gold for you becomes a raging eruption of fire for others.
My ever open arms for you closes off to others.
My joyful, peaceful, and easy-going demeanor for you changes for others.
It's conflicting, why do I become the best version of myself when it's you?
How do you bring out the very best in me?
It's beyond just love...


© Olatunde Gbenuola