A long time ago, things weren't easy for me.
Back then, I thought it was the only way it was gonna be.
With people shoving, kicking, punching me too.
You already know this though, I don't have to tell you.
I was unloved, unwanted, truly hated.
So when you came up to me, I was easily baited.
You had said that you liked me, that we could be friends.
I thought I finally saw the exit to these dark twist and bends.
You had wanted to know what kind of person I was.
I had asked you why, and you said "Just cause."
We had smiled, laughed, had such a great time.
And slowly, as I laughed, my confidence began to climb.
You had made me feel stronger, secure, and true.
You made me realize the feelings I had for you.
You had talked to me, included me, liked me as well.
I was so clouded, my vision, that it was too late to tell.
You had asked me to hang out with you sometime after classes.
So I waited there for you, my, how fast time passes.
But what I saw instead of you was the same humiliation.
The kicks, the punches, I could feel the vibrations.
You were standing there behind them, watching me fall.
It made me wonder why you had gotten close to me at all.
You had worked to gain my trust, to know me, to share.
And yet you had left me to rot away there.
I was sad, upset, I felt truly betrayed.
So there I sat, and there I stayed.
A few days later, and I walk around to see,
You had suffered the same exact fate as me.
Hiding in a corner crying in shame,
With cuts and bruises ruining the name,
You had created, to protect yourself from them.
And from that, understanding began to stem.
Deep in my heart, I knew you were good.
So I held out my hand to you from where I stood.
You looked up to me confused, after all you had done.
And I realized just then, standing under the sun,
That the world may seem against us, and we're all by ourselves.
But together we can fight back, and put those thoughts on the shelves.
And with that, you grabbed my hand, and we walked home together.
Little did I know that we'd be this way forever.
30 years later, and we live in a house.
With two little children, I make a very good spouse.
So I thank you for being there and standing by my side,
So we could make this new life, and enjoy our new ride.
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Stand Together
PoetryA story of a boy and a girl who face the struggles of life, and find that nothing is impossible if you stick together.