Every day, every night, there is darkness
It’s unseen by the human eye, except from the whole heartedness.
It doesn’t lurk in the shadows, not an assassin of the shade
Instead a parasite, feeding from the victim like a depressing raid.
Depression is this disease, this infection that spreads like wildfire
No person is smart enough for this puzzle, only prone to admire.
There is no cure for this virus, and there never will be
But perhaps food will help, and maybe some ice cream.
Many don’t understand the cause of this outbreak
He left me! She left me! Talk to me for god’s sake!
But in this darkness, there seems to be an answer to these cries
A beam, a glimmer, to help by their surprise.
Now this source, this shine, is not what you expect
Not a lamp, not the Sun, but rather something many would object.
A person is this shimmer, this torch in the cave
As our savior they are; one that is brave.
But there are only few like them, so be very grateful
Because in the end, you will ever be so thankful.
Many think this is from the sun, from utilities that emit bright
But I just turn to her, and say, “thank you for being my light.”