If depression lurks in my mind,
Am I not stronger than my mind?
I may look weak
And tired
But my breath proves my might.
What can stop me from living?
It’s true,
neither depression alright.
My taste of choice is mine
And the outcome that comes,
I fight.
I sow while waiting to reap
And whatever I reap,
I eat with pride.
Life is to be lived
And Death is for life
As death proves the existence of life.
So from the darkness,
I will try to find the light.
Let me alone search
For what I am sure
I will find.
So even deep at the bottom of depression,
I will stretch my hands above the waves
And hope that happiness will take a hold of it
And pull me out.