{"id":2667,"date":"2024-09-18T15:08:18","date_gmt":"2024-09-18T15:08:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/?p=2667"},"modified":"2024-09-18T15:08:20","modified_gmt":"2024-09-18T15:08:20","slug":"we-werent-kids-sharing-candy-or-jokes-by-walking-shadow-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/we-werent-kids-sharing-candy-or-jokes-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","title":{"rendered":"We weren’t kids sharing candy or jokes by walking shadow poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Everyone talks about childhood friends,
The ones you grew up with, side by side,
But no one really mentions the friend you find,
When you’re lost, struggling in life\u2019s rough tide.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn’t on the playground or in the schoolyard,
But somewhere between bills and sleepless nights,
Somewhere between failures and new beginnings,
I found you, in the chaos of grown-up fights.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We weren’t kids sharing candy or jokes,
But adults sharing burdens no one else could see,
Learning how to keep going when hope seemed thin,
You stood beside me, just letting me be me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the world felt too big, too fast, too loud,
You were the quiet in the storm, the calm in the rush,
We didn\u2019t need words, just the presence was enough,
That silent understanding, that gentle hush.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

You saw me in moments I thought I’d break,
When dreams slipped through fingers like sand,
You held me up with your silent strength,
Teaching me that it\u2019s okay to not always have a plan.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We didn\u2019t grow together like kids do,
We grew because<\/em> we had to, because life was hard,
And through the grind, the tears, the small wins,
You were the one standing there, always on guard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I didn\u2019t need to explain the weight I carried,
You just knew, in that unspoken way we share,
No childhood memory could ever compare,
To the bond that grew through adult despair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So here’s to the friend I found in the madness,
The one who saw the cracks but never judged,
Who walked with me, step by step, through the mess,
And still stayed when the world held a grudge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Because those are the friends that matter the most,
Not the ones from childhood\u2019s fleeting fun,
But the ones who come in the midst of survival,
And stay, until the fight is won.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So no, we didn\u2019t start as kids on swings,
But we built a friendship that\u2019ll outlast the pain,
Through the sweat, the tears, the late-night talks,
We found something real, something that\u2019ll remain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And in this adult world, where it\u2019s hard to stand,
I\u2019m just grateful I found your hand.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Everyone talks about childhood friends,The ones you grew up with, side by side,But no one really mentions the friend you find,When you’re lost, struggling in life\u2019s rough tide. It wasn’t on the playground or in the schoolyard,But somewhere between bills and sleepless nights,Somewhere between failures and new beginnings,I found you, in the chaos of grown-up […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2668,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[97,25,98],"tags":[35,49,34,67,50,61,55,53,22,48],"class_list":["post-2667","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry","category-solitude","category-storytime","tag-poems","tag-poetess","tag-poetry","tag-preciousowoko","tag-spokenword","tag-spokenwords","tag-stories","tag-story","tag-walkingshadowpoetry","tag-walkingshadowpoetrykenya"],"aioseo_notices":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/pexels-photo-1187520.jpeg?fit=1734%2C1300&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":3244,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/before-we-call-it-love\/","url_meta":{"origin":2667,"position":0},"title":"Before We Call It Love","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"April 25, 2025","format":false,"excerpt":"\u2013 a spoken word about the talking stage We were not dating...Yet I\u2019d still get butterflies when your name lit up my screen.We weren\u2019t official...Yet I\u2019d overthink the space between your message and mine.No, we hadn\u2019t labeled it...Still, you felt like home a person I could tell everything to without\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "poem"","block_context":{"text":"poem","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/SPOKENWORDSandMODERNDAYPOETRY\/poem\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_9946-scaled.jpg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_9946-scaled.jpg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_9946-scaled.jpg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_9946-scaled.jpg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_9946-scaled.jpg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]},{"id":2631,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/the-silence-between-us-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":2667,"position":1},"title":"The Silence Between Us by walking shadow poetry","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"September 9, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"I called you last night,But the phone stayed quiet,Not a single ring back,Not a \u201csorry I missed your call.\u201dI waited, hoping, staring,Like maybe today, you\u2019d remember me again.But you didn\u2019t.You never do anymore. 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