Found Poem by Amna Haleem

Walking in a dark alley
Standing alone in the rain
Tripping on the stairs
Everything lying around me
As the world passes around me
I think therefore I exist
But then why do people walk right through me
While my belongings lay sprawled on the floor
Then I see my books being picked up
And a hand in front of my face
The hands lift me
I see familiar faces smiling at me
And for the first time in my life
I’ve found
Friends