Blessed Are My Enemies.... Poem by Ruerd Visser

Blessed are my enemies,
the ones that push trough.
Nothing more embarassing,
then friends that don't know
how to push trough.

Yes blessed are my enemies,
the ones that take an interest
in knowing who i truly am.
Nothing more damaging then
socalled friends that never see
further then the flimsy surface.

Yes blessed are my enemies,
for not taking me for granted.
Nothing more hurtfull,
then socalled friends
that never get beyond
my comfort zone.

Yeah i truly bless my enemies,
for at least caring enough,
to want to know who i really am.
No use for socalled friends,
that just don't bother enough,
to dig that deep.

And the many inbetween,
are yet to take their stand,
in this whole spectrum of life.

One day we will know,
who dug deep enough,
to reveal my true self.
But one thing is for sure:
sometimes an enemy,
is the most helpfull person in my life.