Depression

Amidst the woods

I stood

Solitary among the trees

Such a bard I was

My soul whispered to me,

"It can't get better

It has started to rain now

The new seeds will germinate

With a hope to create,

Create what is known as life."

At that moment

My soul wanted to see me rejoice

But every drop of rain

That got into my eye

Irritated my vein

Causing me immense pain.

And amidst the woods

I still stood

On my cheeks rolled down a tear

For now, I could not bear,

Bear the brunt of my life

But I didn't lose

I had to strive,

For I might have been walking dead, a damaged soul

Not as a whole, but in parts

I had to fabricate my life again

I knew I suffered depression

I thought I would cross Oblivion

Hope made me stop, I wonder how

My being alive was nothing less than an abode

But there was one odd

Being alive wasn't enough

I had to feel alive

I had to be my own miracle.