Friendship

Flowing through life is a
Stream called friendship.

For years, I played on its banks,
Pretending I didn't need the water.

Then calamity fell, and I poured
Out my heart to the person who was there,

My friend.

She accepted my darkness, blessed it,
Banished it.

It was then that I waded into the water,
Splashed in its healing.

Since, friends have been many,
Each unique yet the same.

The universal heart flows through all of us.
When we move into it, we are one.

Friends.

You write it: What is your experience with friendship?