The Solid Ones

Some people weave in and out of my life
faster than cars switching lanes. But the solid ones,
whom I depend on, always stay. What makes
these people special? Sets them apart from

all the rest? When others have turned their backs
on me, their loyalty surpasses every test. Seasons
change; but never them. They stay true through thick
and thin. I’m not an easy person. I’m hard as the

frozen ground in winter. I’m not an all-together
person. I’m fragmented as a splinter. The years
have not been kind. Yet there has been kindness
in the years from the few who’ve stuck it out

with me. They’ve shown me humanity,
despite my fragility. I thank each one of them. They gave
me the faith to believe in something, a reason to go on,
when all the other reasons were gone.