Lucky To Have a Good Friend
Embarrassed that I had third guessed myself today,
Morbid confusion shut me quickly down.
Not feeling enthusiastic, but rather gray.
Confidence has no idea if brown is brown.
A car wreck in my brain’s dendrite highway,
Feeling like a buffoon’s holiday clown.
Depression laughed, giving herself a home.
I could not write a word toward a poem.
Spinning in circles, going round and round.
Belittled myself as only I can do.
Wailing like a pup who has been hit by a shoe.
Disgust increased my face’s angry frown.
Luckily my best pal, Evie came by.
She uplifted me with barely a try.
I was now confident, no longer a clown.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2020
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