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.