My friend once told me...

Dear best friend,

You once told me

"Trust is like a piece of paper.

Art paper, blank paper, wide ruled, college-ruled--it didnt matter.

Paper comes in many form, just like trust. 

Whenever someone breaks that trust, the paper is crumpled up




and unfolded once more. The paper is the same paper,

but the lines of shame and deciet remain. 

Just like trust is never the same once it is broken." 

You once told me

"Paper is blank for a reason. 

Filling blank space with something is what gives human life meaning. 

Solving why the space was blank in the first place gives meaning. 

But sometimes, space has meaning on its own. 

Learning when to step in, and when to step back and appreciate,

were signs

of becoming


and knowing. 

Creation only happens on the blankest of space,

just as life is only created by the ones who refuse to simply be space."

You once said

"Death is naught but a doorway, dear.

You have to walk through it to get somewhere new."

Now that I think back on it,

you never were



or depressed.

Even when

You told me



This poem is about: 
My family
My community


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