The Forgotten Friend

*Sometimes, the word “friend” is used loosely*. Other times, *friendship is taken for granted.* A real friend, a good friend, is hard to find. However, when you find one, you will know because they accept you and appreciate you, just the way you are.

For those whom feel abandoned and forgotten, here is your voice:

Who can appreciate the friend who’s always there? The one that provides an ear, guidance, and their shoulder to lean or weep on.

Who can appreciate the friend that, not only gives you time, but makes the time? Outside of spare time, aside from their time.

Who can appreciate the friend who truly cares? The one whom plays the angel on your right shoulder and never steers you wrong.

Who can appreciate a friend that loves and accepts for real? That one who values the real you.

Who can appreciate a friend like me?

…no one can!

The Recovery

Sorry I have been out for so long. I am recovering well from the surgery, but it has taken longer than expected to fully recovered. At this point, there is some slight discomfort and one incision that is just being stubborn. For the most part, it has scabbed over, but just doesn’t seem to want to stay that way. Nothing of any real concern, though. Just have to continue to alcohol it, in order to keep it from getting infected, there is still a shallow opening…almost like a scratch. I would like to thank all of you whom are back with me today. May our journey continue.

**Enjoy the poem, but be warned…things aren’t always what they seem!**

The path to recovery was long and hard, but here I stand today.

The wounds have left some scars, and the tears and pains were many along the way.

How lonely my journey was, without the light of day, that everything seemed hopeless and far from gay.

I lost my mind and lost my heart, lost even words to say. Yet, somehow I managed to keep my insanity at bay.

Yet, here I am, recovered. The wounds have healed…left scars that will never go away.

And, here I am, to fight the pains of life and enjoy my day to day…and how lucky I am, that I may.

Goodbye?

**At The Hospital**
*I do not know when, or if, I will get to post again. I have always believed in hoping* for the best, but preparing for the worst. At the very least, I may be absent for a while during recovery. If I shall post again one day, I hope you will still be there, ready to continue this journey with me. In the event that this is my last post, I simply wanted to say some final words. This is what I came up with:

If I only have one more day of life, I want everyone I love to know that, wherever I may be, I will always be there.

Please don’t cry for me, for I used my time wisely. I spent all my time and energy giving you all my love and focus. I did what I could to help others. I sacrificed it all, that you would find a moment of happiness.

I will not go far, my body may not be seen, but my spirit and my love will always be by your side. Know that you are great and I am proud.

To those who have followed any of my journeys, thank you for giving me a piece of your time and, thus, a piece of your life.

One never knows what tomorrow will bring, or even the next moment, but if I shall part this Earth, let me have said my final goodbye.

Love, -Rebel