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A poem

By Sara WilsonPublished 7 months ago • Updated 7 months ago • 1 min read

We started small with scraped up knees

and secrets whispered low

horror movies, snacks, and sleep overs

we watched each other grow

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We were just two kids on Juniper Street

mapping out the Barstow sun

before we knew how hard the world

could break what we'd begun

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When heavy burdens weighed me down

and I hid the marks of pain

You were the first to see the truth

standing with me in the rain

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From the rush of every silly crush

to the weight of a wedding gown

you were the hand that held me up

when the world was falling down

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Through the magic of the "I do" vows

through pregnancy and toddler years

Our silly late night kitchen talks

and the salt of a thousand tears

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I remember days the laughter died

when our secrets felt like lead

We always held each other's hands

when our hardest truths were said

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The road's been long and sometimes cracked

with battles we had to face

But through the kids and through the tears

we found a steady pace

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Friends have faded like old photographs

just names from a distant past

but we're the ones who didn't break

The ones who were built to last

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When the world gets loud and cold

or the bad news starts to creep

I think of us and growing up

and the promises we keep

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So let the world keep spinning fast

Let the days turn into years

As long as we have each other, Noel

We have nothing left to fear

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About the Creator

Sara Wilson

I love Ugly Things.

I try and be active AND interactive.

I write... whatever I feel.

Sometimes it's happy.. sometimes it isn't. But it's real. And it's me.

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    Written by Sara Wilson