A poem about: I always grew up knowing I had friends…

I always grew up knowing I had friends The ones that held my hand when things went wrongI didn't have a big crowd as I knew where I could standBut the day your world turned upside down they came and gathered aroundWhen time moved on so did they leaving you on the groundI understand now who was meant to be there and helped me from that ground I've seen strangers love better than the ones I've known over the years They say they were hurting too but they didn't hit rock bottom like I was at the darkest of my daysI thank my beautiful family and the spirit world for being there as they stood by me everyday and helped me up from the ground They put me on my feet and continue to hold me there I thank them from the bottom of my darkest heart and realize who's been around My family and friendship group as grown smaller knowing that when you down who helped you up and who just walked all over you and left you there to drown

In shadows deep, a circle's grace,
Held me tight in life's embrace.
Not a crowd, but steadfast few,
Guiding hands when storms blew.

The tides of fate, they came to test,
Turned the world—a ruthless jest.
In chaos born, truths were found,
Who walks away, who stays around.

A stranger's touch, a solace rare,
Where once was void, now love and care.
They whispered soft of hidden scars,
Yet never reached such fallen stars.

In gratitude, I lift my gaze,
To family, spirits, gentlest rays.
For they who stood through darkest night,
And brought me back to hope's near light.

With heart renewed, I now discern,
The art of loss, the love I earn.
Smaller circle, truer bond—
A deeper trust, where I belong.

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In shadows deep, a circle's grace, Held me tight in life's embrace. Not a crowd, but steadfast few, Guiding hands when storms blew. The tides of fate, they came to test, Turned the world—a ruthless jest. In chaos born, truths were found, Who walks away, who stays around. A stranger's touch, a solace rare, Where once was void, now love and care. They whispered soft of hidden scars, Yet never reached such fallen stars. In gratitude, I lift my gaze, To family, spirits, gentlest rays. For they who stood through darkest night, And brought me back to hope's near light. With heart renewed, I now discern, The art of loss, the love I earn. Smaller circle, truer bond— A deeper trust, where I belong.