Shared

A poem about trauma and the healing power of friendship

I met her newly divorced — me, not her, although it was shared trouble behind us (before I had an idea of permanence).

In height, I tower but I lack stature unvarnished by the nicks and scratches of abnormal wear.

In the dark of tribulations she carries a glow like fireflies — captured imagination.

Today, I see her chains — the cages of the past unnoticeable from afar. Close by, holding freedom’s key.

Like her, I seek absolution.