When you feel depression,
creeping up your spine,
do you turn to the world,
to find a place to hide.
Water for the soul,
will give you unquenchable thrist,
but will it really satisfy,
when your heart achs for more.
You toss and turn in bed,
sleep refusing to come,
to dream a relief from pain,
unless pain is your solice.
When People turn you away,
And help you need is refused,
will you hang on to life,
or let it go like water through your fingers.
Do those who live so well,
know the struggles of the weak,
do they take a stand, and a risk,
or will they ignore the “problem”.
The whispering pain calls to me,
to help, and be a strength,
to those who can not stand,
Even when my pain burns like a ragging fire.
Can I see through my depression,
to help thoughs in need,
to forget myself for a moment,
and reach for something greater.