In the patience of the seed,
In the life waiting hushed beneath the snow,
In the longing of the night for dawn,
In the tiny tendril peeking through
a pavement crack,
In the little boy's terrified heart as she opens his note in class,
that wonderful thing: hope.

Sometimes depression looks like you
Depression can look like me
it can also look like nothing
Depression is not something you see

we were just friends
who spoke like lovers
and we try our best
not to burn our tongues
with false *assurances

Fragile.
So very delicate.
Like the Angel placed at the top of the tree.
She watches over everyone, and makes sure they are okay.
She makes sure everyone is happy and safe.
There is no one to watch over her.
She is too fragile.