Lessons on Friendship

Yellow Rose: An historic signifier of friendship. Often connotes joy, good health and optimism.

But now I mourn the wilting of the roses... 

Letting go is difficult. Letting go of someone you call friend is excruciating. 

For too long, I overlooked the impact of friendships on my happiness and growth. 

I neglected my responsibility to ensure a fruitful and encouraging environment for myself.


I was complacent towards friendships that took more than they gave. I was forgiving of destructive behaviour.


For too long I clung to dying roses. 

How can something as beautiful as a rose be so unforgiving to behold? How can such sweet scent suffocate? How can demons be housed in the architectural beauty of the delicate petal?

I found myself looking, in confusion, into the eyes of the one strangling me; my dear friend. 

I found myself looking, in confusion, into the eyes of the one strangling me; myself. 

You have to make space for new growth. 

Gracefully unclasp your curling roses in the name of self love, self care and self preservation.

In retreating from friendships, I have found the overwhelming guilt of selfishness. Even in the knowledge that the relationship presents more harm than hope, there is difficulty in letting go. There is a level of brutality in the cutting of ties that emphasises a feeling of ungratefulness. But the reality is that letting go does not mean neglecting treasured memories. Time can and does separate individuals; and with compassion and understanding, the wounds can be made minimal. 

I will always hold dear the sunlight of the yellow roses. 

Trust in your own. 

Trust in your own. 

By Shamiso. Thank you for reading.


© 2019 by Shamiso Chirimuuta