So Ive been reading this book called Triangles by Ellen Hopkins. Its about 3 women and the troubles they face in their lives. One has a disabled daughter, the other has a gay son, and the last is cheating on her husband. Its pretty good. But anyways, at the end of each section, she has a poem that talks about the main theme in that section. This was the one that I just came across. I liked it alot because this made me think about the friendship that I have with Bianca and Windel. I really cherish them alot and I know that we are going to be friends until death do us part #ppctilidie
much <3,
deebayy
A FRIEND
Is
a wellspring
of
understanding.
A
catch basin for grimy
little
secrets that can
scarcely
be voiced.
A friend
holds
the tissue
box
when you splinter.
Accepts
confession, and yet
won’t
demand
details,
regardless
of perceived
juiciness,
too intimate to
confide.
A friend is never too
cross
to
commiserate.
Never
too busy to
pull
up a chair. Never so
certain
about
an outcome
as
to insist you’ve made
a
mistake. A friend is never
so
unclear about a definition
of
friendship as to straddle its
boundries.
-Ellen
Hopkins
