2010
Sappho Speaks: The Gift Of A Real Friend
There were days that strung into weeks, maybe years where I had convinced myself that all I needed wasme, myself, I. I would occasionally let people in only to be reminded that the gift of friendship always came with a steep price, especially for me as I opened the door so wide after going without the gentle breeze of human intimacies for so long that I was easy prey for my so-called friends. It may not happen after a month, or six, sometimes not even a year, but sooner or later the hammer dropped and something was stolen from me – both materialistically and emotionally and I would retreat back into myself, promising never to let anyone close again. What a fool’s oath! We do all need each other in the end but bonds of trust are living, breathing things.
