Day 6: Waxing Rhapsodical

 Untitled, so far.

Thank you, Friend.

For the times you’ve kept me humble.

What are friends for, If not beating their friends down from small hills

With a jeer, a quip, a barbed tongue.

Before the friend can climb to heights from which the fall would shatter them.

Thank you, Friend.

For the times you’ve held me back.

For never letting me believe that I am anything more than the ordinary lot that I am.

Tethering me safely to the ground before my wildest fantasies come true,

And whisk me away to insanity and beyond.

Thank you, Friend.

For the times you’ve kept me from trying.

If Icarus had a friend like you, he would have never melted his wings

And died a mythical death in the arms of foolish glory.

Which would forever be immortalized in fable.

Thank you, Friend.

For the times you’ve withheld respect.

My betterment, of course, it was for. Dipping my feet into cold-hardening lead.

I would never leave you, for my benefit, of course.

What mad lunacy I would do to myself If you were to let me.

Thank you, Friend.

Now get behind me.

I will climb and I will fall, I will dream and I will delude, I will fly and I will fail.

Or maybe, God’s hand on mine, I will grasp the sun in my trembling fingers.

Tame the wild Lion, Best the Elephant in boxing, Raise Atlantis, maybe…

Or not…

But keep me not from risk, for without it, we would all wither and fade.