A friend is one who gives us what we need
No matter what it is...Even just a hand...
I sat in the pit of high standards I had dug for myself. Huddled in darkness and curled up in the corner crying.
I called out wearily through the darkness and stretched my hand out for aid. Unexpectedly, another hand met mine to help pull me out.
Of course I grasped the hand and began to climb out with their help. My feet slipped a little on the loose dirt around my hole as I clomb*, but I still got out. And it was so much easier than it has ever been. I didn't have to rely soley on my own strength. I had the strength of another to help me.
And thus, I am safely out. Here I am, perhaps not "happy" but so far from any feelings of negativity.
I don't know what I would do without him.
I wouldn't have any pencils...that's for sure...*winks as a happy tear rolls down her cheek*
*Yes, clomb IS an actual word, and NOT a typo