What Is Right? Poem by Kela LewisMorin

Please do not talk to me; I am not able to respond.
And do not give me that look as if something has to be wrong.

You do not need to delve into the shelves of my closed expressions.
I am exempt from your attempts to unearth my preserved confessions.

I am not purposely trying to evade your noble and compassionate crusade.
It's just on this occasion I do not require saving; there is no need to come to my aid.

I understand that as my friend you are obliged to defend me to the very end.
And this means you must venture pass the farce of barriers that I bewilderingly send.

But right now my words are diverting from my mouth and into my chest.

So trust me when I say that this damsel is far from in distress

And I know that from you I should not expect any less.

Just because I choose remain reserved, sit and stare.

Does not mean I am slumping into a tumbling pit of despair.

Nevertheless it does comfort me knowing that you are there

But sitting in silence with me can also show that you care.