*Please note: This is my second Poem posted on Daily Strength. I have been writing since I was 14, Hence, this poem is Copyrighted. I am looking to publish my poetry eventually, & am working on it at the moment. Comments or Feedback are appreciated, Thankyou! This poem is fairly self - explanatory, it is mostly a true story that happened between myself & an old friend, using more interesting means in the poem to tell the story. For anyone unsure, A Soap Box is just a box or crate that people used to use to stand upon in Town Squares etc so that they could speak & be heard. "On Yer Box!" is an Australian Term referring to this.
A young man stands upon his soap box,
With tales to be shared,
Dilemmas to be ironed out,
Opinions to be aired.
He speaks to those both near and far,
And captures with his voice.
But with one swift glance upon me,
He turns, uprightly poised.
Guilt free of his opinion,
There's a lull amongst the crowd.
Yet I know it in an instant,
Our friendship's no longer found.
"Real Issues" are his topic,
Today one line defines his view,
"Depression and anxiety?" he queries,
"Nay, they aren't a real issue!".
Did anybody hear him,
Blatantly both blaspheme and lie?
Or am I the only willing,
To remember his friend, who passed us by?
In controversial optimism,
I rise to stand my ground.
The truth to speak, and friends to risk,
In sincerity to those who, like me, live bound.
I stood upon my soap box,
Opposing he who judges and denies.
I spoke both loud and clearly,
For those who knew, and those unwise.
Yet only one man heard me,
For the crowd had disappeared.
But still I share this tale,
To be learnt from, and someday, heard and cheered.