posted on Feb, 4 2016 @ 02:29 PM
I am Times New Roman Font
and I have known Grayeagle for a long time.
He always uses me in 14 point
because 12 is too small and 16 is too big.
He has spent a lot of his life
trying to maintain the middle point,
walk the middle line, and avoid strife.
Reasonable risk is his mantra!
His body no longer represents his spirit,
only his words can communicate his strength.
His actions have become limited by his age,
his words, his only chance to be a wise sage.
He desires to find truth
and is willing to sacrifice.
He weeps at the suffering of others
and comforts those in pain.
He continues to confide his mistakes with me.
I am his confidant when he shares too much.
I communicate his thoughts as best I can
but sometimes I must must disappear so that he remains.
I am his second chance to communicate
what he cannot utter with his other voice.
He tries to control me with grammar
but I strain at his reins.
Though I represent his deepest thoughts
I know there is so much more,
things he won't write because of fear
and so with time they disappear.
I am often left unfinished,
trashed, rewritten, abandoned,
crumpled, I lay as waste but
I know, he will always give me the last word.
For after all, he is a friend.