Everyone needs at least one true friend who can always speak the truth to them, good or bad. Who can tell them they’re making a mistake, either by doing something they shouldn’t or not doing something they really should. Of course it is entirely up to us whether we actually listen to our true friends! The “them” in this poem are definitely not friends!
They told me once to try again, I asked Them why I should I liked what I had done this time, They said it was not good I asked Them what was wrong with it I loved it done my way But this was met with tutting and yet They wouldn’t say So I refused to try again, proud of my first attempt It came from a true, honest place - I questioned Their intent But They would not accept my choice, They would not let it lie They wailed and cried and pestered me to have another try. Yet I feared if I gave in, that if I let Them win A lifetime of enslavement and servitude would begin For once they had the best of me would They then let it go? Or tighten hence their grip on me? I really didn’t know But something told me to beware, to not let Them dictate Even the least of my designs I should myself create. So I stood firm, dug in my heels, They turned away from me No more acknowledging my work, pretending not to see. And I, no more so self assured began to wonder now Was the beauty in mine eye real or feigned somehow As I began to doubt myself a true friend came along And questioned why my tongue was stilled, he no more heard my song. I am no good I told him, my confidence curtailed. But he would speak the truth to me - my ego did avail And so I paid Them no more heed, I ceased to play along I showed the world what I had done, once more sang my own song Now free once more to be myself, to plan and to create I rose above Their tired attacks their nebulous dictates And stronger now I found the wings I’d never known before And from that true friends confidence up to the stars I soar