The Toxic Friend

THE TOXIC FRIEND

Written By Linda A. Knowles

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She brought up past sins,

from those long ago days,

a time from the past;

and I saw her ways.

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A friendship so toxic,

and it finally fell apart;

But it felt for me,

a yoke,

that broke;

and no more dart-like words,

to smack me in the face,

for towards the very end,

the friendship was covered with oleander,

concealed by pretty lace.

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It took its toll,

discouraging words,

background trolls,

broken promises,

so many no’s.

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The spouting of a familiar phrase,

One I would often hear her say,

“I didn’t do anything wrong,”

and fault fell to me,

even when it was hers,

constantly-

always-

apologizing,

endlessly.

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Continually,

I was saying,

“I’m sorry for…”

seemingly all the time;

but she claimed no part.

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How she got all innocent;

to this day,

I still don’t know;

But,

more and more,

I understand,

as time goes on and on.

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Learn To Embrace Changes

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Change is not an easy thing for us, but change is necessary if there is to be growth.  We can either let circumstances and problems shape us through the time they are happening or let them defeat us, but it is through the process of change, our metamorphosis, our character is strengthened;  that time of change is a time for learning what our strengths and weaknesses are.  Rather than fight whatever problem or circumstances you find yourself in, embrace it.  Ask yourself what can you learn even through the most difficult times of life.  The end result of change is all of us being made more beautiful.

Nothing Gold Can Stay By Robert Frost

*POEM BY ROBERT FROST*

NOTHING GOLD CAN STAY

Robert Frost

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

The Moments of Solitude

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Quote By Rachel Naomi Remen

Those moments I hold so close to my heart, those moments with the God I believe in…  pen, paper, bible…  quiets my soul like nothing else- a place of solitude and simple meditation.  In those moments of talking with God, my mind finds itself clearing, the dross of my life being taken out.  In those moments, His mercy and grace covers me and extends forgiveness and healing, His Word speaking life in only the way His Word can.

“One thing have I asked of the Lord, that will I seek after: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the Lord and to inquire in his temple.” -Psalm 27:4