I'm weak,
I plead,
I reach for a helping hand,
And I am glad,
I'm the lucky one,
To have so many friends.
Yet every day,
I need to win,
The loneliest of the fights,
And all I see,
Are clouds and mists,
In spite of all the lights.
I'm weak,
I cry,
I struggle all alone,
And yet I win,
Another day,
The means to carry on.
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Author:
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Comments3
Day by day is all you can do, softly softly, nicely expressed
Depression is a most difficult thing to overcome. I hear it in this poem and yet at the end there is a light of hope. Nicely done
Very well written! The last stanza ties it all together. Hope is a cure for pain.
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