A Friend
In the quiet hallway of a day‑long march,
a hand appears—steady, warm, unassuming—
the kind that makes the stones beneath our feet feel softer.
We meet at the crossroads of ordinary moments:
the coffee cup that spills, the laugh that stalls,
the silence that asks, “Are you still here?”
A friend is the echo that returns
when you whisper your doubts into the air,
the steady drumbeat that steadies your own—
a rhythm you never knew you’d been missing.
They are the lighthouse on a fog‑cloaked shore,
not because they blaze, but because they keep the light on,
allowing you to navigate the swell of your own doubts
without ever fearing the tide’s relentless pull.
When the world cracks open with its sharp, sudden edges,
they become the seam that stitches the ragged seams,
the gentle stitch of gold thread through a tattered quilt—
warming, unremarkable, yet impossible to replace.
And in the night, when the sky forgets to hold the stars,
they are the constellations you can trace with your eyes closed,
reminding you that even darkness is mapped by memory,
by the soft, unasked‑for presence of another heartbeat.
So let the world turn its pages, relentless, relentless—
the story of you and me, of all our small, stubborn moments—
for in the margin, between the lines of ordinary days,
a friend writes the poem we never thought we could read.
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for in the margin, between the lines of ordinary days, - brilliant line. Loved the poem.
Thank you, rebellion. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
This is a touching and heartfelt poem of what one part of a friend is. It is so nicely written and feels so honest a realization that there is someone out there that does care about us. Very nicely done
Thank you, Soren. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
You are always most welcome
Wonderful job, Friendship. That image of the lighthouse keeping the light on rather than blazing really stays with me. It reframes presence as faithfulness, not spectacle. Beautifully handled, dearest friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you, Tristan. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
You are most welcome, dear friend!
Good write F.
Thank you, orchidee. I appreciate you stopping by to read my poem, but most of all, I appreciate your feedback, my friend.
Doh! There's my pom where I'm horrible, on the theme - 'With friends like me.... who needs enemies?' heehee.
😂🤣I think I can top you on that!
Lol.
A best friend can be closer than family, and definitely cheaper than a therapist.
Strangely enough, most best friends you meet in school, and it continues through life.
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