Illustration of two people hugging, one with long brown hair in a green shirt and the other with short dark hair in a blue shirt, set against a purple and pink watercolor background.
“A Moment’s Pause,” by Bradee Traverse, 17, of West Rutland

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Can we be friends?

Abigail Ulager, 16, Hinesburg

Why don’t we become friends?

We can carry one another through storms,

and catch each other when we fall.

The only thing is:

I’m weak,

and no matter how much I want to lift you up,

I don’t think I can.

Never mind that,

we can still be friends.

We can shine lights when the clouds hide the sun,

and show each other that the shadows aren’t all that scary after all.

I’m scared of your shadows too,

and I don’t know how to light up the darkness.

Maybe we can’t be friends… 

because what’s the point of doing something

if it’s not going to be any good?

But she, with brown hair,

twinkled her bright eyes.  

I don’t remember what she said

as she gently took my hand;

all I know is that she smiled 

like we would never die.

So maybe I can’t carry you across the raging ocean, 

or make the blackness white –

you’ll need someone else for that.

I’m no doctor, 

and I don’t know how to make your wounds hurt less.

But I will be here

with open ears and open arms,

because I don’t know how to make it better

but I have a shoulder on which you can cry

and a heart that yearns to laugh.

So, can we be friends?

I don’t have much to offer,

and will probably mess up a billion times.

But I really want to stand here,

my hands holding on to yours 

and yours resting in mine.