What Am I

I am the voice in the silence when you thought you were alone

I am the flower that blooms from the seeds you have sown

I am the breath of air when you are submerged deep

I am the pillow when worries deprive you your sleep

I am the plumb line that keeps you straight

I am the sibling found in faith

I am the sun when you are the night

I am with you when you enter the fight

I am watcher, listener, student, teacher

Equal, alike; abroad, or beside

None can break what is forged inside

Fire tried love will never die

I am the cloth that dries your tears

I am the journal that keeps your fears

I am the one who remembers joys before

And you are the one who does these and more

The child’s toy of which you’ve grown apart

Yet the supportive voice that always shares your heart

Invaluable treasure proved by working hands of time

And rare luxury many people will never find

A virtue lost in the grains we grind

Have you already forgotten?

What am I?