The Boy

The tiny toddler was timid.

Always hiding from the world.

He kept himself away in his tree-house

that hung high above the world.

The boy was always so sad,

never saying anything,

as he thought he would infect

happy people with his depression

like you would with the flu,

a cold,

or the chicken pox.

Between fighting his internal battle

and trying not

to

infect happy people,

the boy found a small joy in

writing.

The boy wrote books in his

tiny tree- house;

pens,

paper,

and pencils

scattered the ground.

Whenever the depression got

really bad,

the boy made his thoughts

come alive in his writing.

Writing kept the boy alive.

Resources: http://basementrejects.com/review/the-boy-2016/