Depression

I am suffering from depression.
Every stitch I crochet is a sad thought.
These chains last for miles.
I often sell them but the money doesn't help the depression.
Some chains are created from suicide thoughts.
I keep crocheting chains to hopefully fill the hole in my heart.
But alas, material objects cannot fill holes.
One day, a goddess comes by to admire my melancholy creations.
Her eyes are of emeralds.
She asks me why I am depressed.
I just simply put a finger to my mouth and say shh.
People will usually walk away when I do this.
But she follows suit.
I am shocked.
Finally someone who understands.
You can continue to be depressed and I cannot cure that.
She cuts off a piece of her gorgeous hair.
However, use this hair for your next creation.
She put her finger to her lips and shushes again.
I do the same and we exchange goodbyes.
She leaves and I take a closer look at the shimmering hair.
I know exactly what to make from it.
Arming myself with my hook, I start crocheting away at the strands.
Months pass by and now I am finally finished.
It is a heart.
Customized for the hole in my chest.
I set it in and my whole body glows.
All the colors of the world return.
I am finally happy again.