Shadow Play. Poem by Jethro Kisakye Mark

Friends are like shadows, they come and go,
Leaving wounds we seldom show or tell about
Their words and deeds, both sweet and cruel,
Leave imprints deeper than unending fuel.

In laughter and shared secrets, we confide,
But sometimes, it's where the scars reside.
Friendships, like seasons, have their time,
Their echoes linger a bittersweet strike.

Some wounds are artful like whispered lies,
While others, like thunder, rend our skies.
A friend's betrayal, a trust betrayed,
Leaves scars that time can never fade.

We often cherish the bonds we keep,
The scars and memories, both joy and weep,
For friends, they teach us to endure and strive,
And in their wounds, we learn to truly thrive.
Jethro Kisakye Mark.