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_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_feature_clip_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"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":[],"aioseo_head":"\n\t\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t\n\t\t