Do
not sit there in the darkness
There is a light
reaching for you,
Waiting for your own switch
to be turned on.
Waiting for any response
It gives to you
I know you feel it.
I see you reach for it;
But somewhere, somehow
You start to deceive your own eyes
Your feelings and emotions
Something binds your insides from reaching out
To far, to wide
Into a distance of uncertainty.
But there is guidance
Once you get to the other side.
Are you not willing to try, try again?
It isn't as hard as you think it to be!
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I write poetry to
help my own clinical depression. It soothes me for awhile.