Risking all our protective armor,

And taking our masks off,

Hoping we won’t need to build

Their existence up again over this one,

And attempted to own up

To the responsibility that comes with daring.

Maybe...if we’re lucky...

For it is an establishment based on growth

Of winning over tremendous odds

And losing over even greater ones

For have you ever laughed,

With a stranger,

About nothing, or held their hand,

As they watched it all collapse??

Have you ever felt the wetness of their happy tears,

Or tasted the coldness of their sadness?

It is a hard concept to give into yet,

We might have actually started

To believe,

In its own power,

And maybe we might

Have given ourselves away to

The reality of ,

Friendship.

Maybe...if we’re lucky...

Age 19

"IF YOU GO THROUGH LIFE AND SAY YOU HAVE HAD TWO GOOD, REAL FRIENDS THEN YOU MUST HAVE DONE SOMETHING RIGHT." -MY AUNT PAT MATTHEWS

MY AUNT USED TO TELL ME THIS ALL THE TIME, BUT IT WAS MY FRIENDS JANET GREENHALGH AND AIMEE KAPLAN THAT TAUGHT ME HOW TRUE THIS SAYING REALLY IS. I WROTE THIS POEM FOR AIMEE FOR CHRISTMAS BECAUSE I WANTED HER TO KNOW JUST HOW MUCH SHE HAD TAUGHT ME ABOUT FRIENDSHIP.