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.