When I am enveloped by despair

When clouds inhabit my personal sky

When sadness my senses threatens to impair

When I feel helpless, ready to cry

I send an SOS to my friend

The one who resides within me

I talk to him and I pretend

All negative thoughts are leaving me

This friend is a yang to my yin

The voice of reason to light he brings

To him I confess my every sin

I hear his voice and hope springs

How I discovered him is a mystery

During introspection he was revealed

I think I can call it serendipity

That I released him from where he lay concealed.

He is there for me when I need 

At other times he will hibernate

I am fortunate to have such a friend indeed

Within myself, I’ve found my soulmate. 

P.S. For those who wonder why I called this friend a “he”, I was thinking more about a voice that counters my innate nature. It is the more masculine side of me, the one that is more into concrete thinking and problem-solving, i.e. the male energy or yang.