Be loyal to me, this I ask,
Don’t gossip to the pack,
I’ve chosen to depend on you,
Don’t stab me in the back,
The secrets shared between us,
Are a promise made in trust,
Please take them to the grave,
Or else our friendship is a bust.
So if I do confide in you,
Please keep it to yourself,
You wouldn’t want your crazy,
On display upon the shelf,
I tell you things in confidence,
I’ve chosen you to be,
The keeper of the labyrinth,
Protecting all you see.
So just be loyal to me,
For my loyalty is true,
And trust not given lightly,
Granted to a chosen few,
Will be bestowed upon you,
As you enter in my tribe,
A loyal friend forever,
Means I have no need to hide.
© The Complicated Bunny – 24 Jan 2022
This poem is the twelfth in a series of prose about boundaries, which are essentially conversations with myself. Yet another homework assignment from my clinical psychologist, designed to help me recognise my own personal boundaries so I can form healthy relationships moving forward.
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