Everyone talks about childhood friends,
The ones who laughed and played under the sun,
Shared little secrets by the schoolyard fence,
And dreamed together when life was fun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But no one talks about the friend you find
When you\u2019re deep in the struggle of grown-up life,
When you’re just trying to figure out how to survive,
And every step feels like climbing uphill.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This friend didn\u2019t know you as a carefree kid,
They met you when the world seemed too heavy,
When bills, jobs, and long nights took over,
And you weren\u2019t sure how to make it through.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They didn\u2019t come from the past,
But from the present, when you needed someone real.
They showed up in the middle of the storm,
Understanding every weight you carry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
In late-night talks and quiet moments,
They listened when the world felt too loud,
They knew your fears, shared your worries,
Because they were living it, too.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
You didn\u2019t need to explain your struggles,
They just got it without you saying much.
They were there, steady and calm,
A friend who stood by you when life got tough.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
While childhood friends are fond memories,
This friend is different, someone you found on your own,
In a world that sometimes feels too fast,
They were the hand that held you strong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They showed you that you\u2019re not alone,
In this messy, complicated adult life.
They made the hard days a little brighter,
And the heavy nights a little lighter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
No grand stories are told about them,
But they are the friend who truly stayed,
In the middle of chaos, they found you,
And together, you learned how to survive.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Everyone talks about childhood friends,The ones who laughed and played under the sun,Shared little secrets by the schoolyard fence,And dreamed together when life was fun. But no one talks about the friend you findWhen you\u2019re deep in the struggle of grown-up life,When you’re just trying to figure out how to survive,And every step feels like […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2672,"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-2671","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-901964.jpeg?fit=1880%2C1253&ssl=1","jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":2667,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/we-werent-kids-sharing-candy-or-jokes-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":2671,"position":0},"title":"We weren’t kids sharing candy or jokes by walking shadow poetry","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"September 18, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"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,\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "POETRY"","block_context":{"text":"POETRY","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/SPOKENWORDSandMODERNDAYPOETRY\/poetry\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"two man walking in between of buildings toward with concrete building","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/pexels-photo-1187520.jpeg?fit=1200%2C900&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/pexels-photo-1187520.jpeg?fit=1200%2C900&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/pexels-photo-1187520.jpeg?fit=1200%2C900&ssl=1&resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/pexels-photo-1187520.jpeg?fit=1200%2C900&ssl=1&resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/09\/pexels-photo-1187520.jpeg?fit=1200%2C900&ssl=1&resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]},{"id":2513,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/my-friend-poem-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":2671,"position":1},"title":"My Friend Poem by Walking Shadow Poetry","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"August 28, 2024","format":false,"excerpt":"I took you for granted, and I\u2019m sorry for that,I see now the weight of my actions, the way they sat.You were my rock through the stormiest sea,Stood by my side, always there for me. In the chaos of life, I lost sight of your worth,Forgot to cherish the friendship\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "POETRY"","block_context":{"text":"POETRY","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/SPOKENWORDSandMODERNDAYPOETRY\/poetry\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"a person writing on a piece of paper","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/pexels-photo-6980533.jpeg?fit=800%2C1200&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/pexels-photo-6980533.jpeg?fit=800%2C1200&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/pexels-photo-6980533.jpeg?fit=800%2C1200&ssl=1&resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2024\/08\/pexels-photo-6980533.jpeg?fit=800%2C1200&ssl=1&resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":3087,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/you-found-me-and-i-met-love-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":2671,"position":2},"title":"You Found Me and I met Love by walking shadow poetry","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"March 10, 2025","format":false,"excerpt":"I had given up, I won\u2019t even lie,Love had left me with tears to dry.My heart was cracked, my trust was gone,I swore I\u2019d never love anyone. But then you came, so soft, so kind,Patient enough to ease my mind.You didn\u2019t rush, you took your time,Showed me love was still\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "poem"","block_context":{"text":"poem","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/SPOKENWORDSandMODERNDAYPOETRY\/poem\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"man and woman kissing at a beach","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/pexels-photo-3156990.jpeg?fit=800%2C1200&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/pexels-photo-3156990.jpeg?fit=800%2C1200&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/pexels-photo-3156990.jpeg?fit=800%2C1200&ssl=1&resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/pexels-photo-3156990.jpeg?fit=800%2C1200&ssl=1&resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":3200,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/thank-you-for-loving-me-when-i-was-too-tired-to-love-myself\/","url_meta":{"origin":2671,"position":3},"title":"“Thank You for Loving Me When I Was Too Tired to Love Myself.”","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"April 7, 2025","format":false,"excerpt":"The one who stayed when life got loud and silent all at once. You didn\u2019t walk in when things were perfect,you showed up when life was messy,when my smile was heavy,and my words were too tired to speak.You didn\u2019t ask me to explain the storm,you just stood next to me\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_2600-scaled.jpg?fit=800%2C1200&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_2600-scaled.jpg?fit=800%2C1200&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_2600-scaled.jpg?fit=800%2C1200&ssl=1&resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/04\/IMG_2600-scaled.jpg?fit=800%2C1200&ssl=1&resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]},{"id":3453,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/the-powerful-silent-teacher-judge\/","url_meta":{"origin":2671,"position":4},"title":"THE POWERFUL Silent TEACHER judge","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"December 1, 2025","format":false,"excerpt":"Time\u2026The silent teacher.A clock with no voice,yet its lessons echo louder than any preacher I\u2019ve ever heard. Time reveals.It pulls back curtains we were too afraid to touch,shows us the truth we tried to hide beneath smiles,separates angels from demons,the loyal from the loud,the real from the rehearsed. Time has\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "poem"","block_context":{"text":"poem","link":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/SPOKENWORDSandMODERNDAYPOETRY\/poem\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"precious owoko founder walking shaddow poetry","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/51BBBE1E-D48B-4AB2-A224-808CD7F7B068-scaled.jpeg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/51BBBE1E-D48B-4AB2-A224-808CD7F7B068-scaled.jpeg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/51BBBE1E-D48B-4AB2-A224-808CD7F7B068-scaled.jpeg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/51BBBE1E-D48B-4AB2-A224-808CD7F7B068-scaled.jpeg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/51BBBE1E-D48B-4AB2-A224-808CD7F7B068-scaled.jpeg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]},{"id":3151,"url":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/i-still-miss-you-sister-by-walking-shadow-poetry\/","url_meta":{"origin":2671,"position":5},"title":"They Said Time Heals, But This Is What Really Helped by walking shadow poetry.","author":"walking shadow poetry kenya","date":"March 31, 2025","format":false,"excerpt":"I wake up, but something feels off,Like a song without lyrics, a road lost in fog.The world still spins, the sun still shines,Yet deep in my heart, there's a crack in time. You were more than blood, more than a name,A sister, a friend, nothing feels the same.I reach for\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\/03\/IMG_2017-copy-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\/03\/IMG_2017-copy-scaled.jpg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/IMG_2017-copy-scaled.jpg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/IMG_2017-copy-scaled.jpg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=700%2C400 2x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/03\/IMG_2017-copy-scaled.jpg?fit=1200%2C800&ssl=1&resize=1050%2C600 3x"},"classes":[]}],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2671","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2671"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2671\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2673,"href":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2671\/revisions\/2673"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/2672"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2671"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2671"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/walkingshadowpoetry.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2671"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}