My friend, my hero, never fought
villains but the depression in my youth
she did over and over until depression brought
me out. the blues became my truth
however i became my own hero. the war!
i battled the night to fight the day until
i fought day to night, night to day. it bore
a me: confident, happy and stronger willed.
My friend, my hero, never returned.
I believe I’m being a little paradoxical but, with the introduction of depression in my life, I could never retain the happy imagination i had before.