W. My Friend Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Reaching beyond the scope of tragedy, grasping onto faith,
hoping to pull through it all.
Thinking of all the realities that can happen, discarding
each one in hopes of having none of them.
Holding out for the good and only beneficial one in my line
of sight.
Helped to think that way in times of duress by my friend, W.
A beautiful gift she has to offer, because she's been through
a lot herself and knows how it is.
Her advice is invaluable and she tells me like it is -
no bars held.
Grateful for her presence in my life, she's pulled through
some serious situations with her prayers and confidence of
what she tells me.
My only hope is that I bring hope, faith, and a little
laughter into her life also.