My warrior friend
Her signature wry humor cracks us up
her laugh, hearty, wholesome
is infectious, and we spend countless hours on the phone
laughing till our bodies shake and our hearts feels buoyant, alive and loved.
We bare our souls, our stories matter,
we give advise, share, care and she
is always the rock, her shoulder always steady, so I can
lean on it and rest my weary head, till I feel rested, stronger and brighter.
Her story is one of resilience
her path riddled with boulders
that knocked down happiness and self esteem, but
she rose dauntless, she stopped enduring, her courage fierce, inspiring and relentless.
And so I call her my warrior friend
an always there friend, who
listens without judgement, holds space for my choas, and
makes my life better, shinier, lovlier.
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