Depression
Dark clouds loom above my head,
As I lay here in my bed.
The weight of sadness controls my mind,
Leaving me searching, but unable to find.
A sense of hopelessness and despair,
Feeling lost and unaware.
Fighting demons that I cannot see,
Depression\'s grasp still holds onto me.
Isolation and pain are my only friends,
As I struggle to find my way again.
But with each breath, I hold onto hope,
Willing my heart to find a way to cope.
The road may be long and winding,
But I won\'t let depression be binding.
With each step, I find my voice,
Unleashing a strength that I didn\'t know was my choice.
So now I rise, with head held high,
Stronger than before, ready to fly.
With each hurdle that tries to bring me down,
I rise up, with my feet on solid ground.
By Cherakee Sykes