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.