My Kindred



True friendship has no boundaries, no
beginning or end. It has always existed.
Friendship is with us at birth, breathed
into our souls much like the first breath
forced into our fragile lungs. It grows
within our hearts as we grow in body. It is
patient. Friendship waits in secret
until the moment when it senses that our
second half, our brother or sister spirit,
is led into our lives, never to be parted
again. From that day on, the world is never quite
as sad,
as cold,
as hurtful
as it was before. From then on, neither life
nor love, neither distance nor death
can leave you completely alone again.
Not ever.
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Submitted on May 01, 2011

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 598
Words 113
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 18

Yasline Simpkins

I am a simple woman from humble beginings. I am neither brilliant nor wealthy. My death will be of no great consequence to the world. There will be no holiday to commemorate the day of my birth. I am only me... strong and stubborn, passionate and proud. I am a wife, a mother, a daughter, a granddaughter, a sister, and a friend. This is my life, safe and unspectacular. I have loved and lost, and learned to love again. These pages reveal the truths of my being. They are entrusted with all the faith, love, hope, grief, fear, anger, compassion, courage, and curiousity that equate to the woman you see before you. There is no intentional pattern by which these works are organized. They are as disordered as the mind who created them. Handle them gently, for they are my legacy. more…

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