At the worst of times, when you are weak,
When your inner saviour has given up
And everything feels bleak,
There is still hope,
In the form of persistent friends
Who save you from the slippery slope.
They are heroes, really,
And if mum leaves laundry around,
They even wear capes.
My hero came to my rescue that day,
With elaborate schemes and plots
Overdone in that ridiculous way
That comes with knowing someone well.
Had it been anyone else, even godsent,
I would have slammed the door shut.
But this was my best friend,
And that is someone more important
Than any superhero in the sky.
Somehow, a giggle broke through the haze,
And we laughed, like only friends can.