Terms with Conditions

One i wrote in a troubled past

I have come to terms with depression, like the countless people in hospital who know that the end is knocking at there doorstep.

Like the sons who know that there father is never coming back,
Or the fathers at war who know that there family will have to be okay without them.

Like the blind who know that the sun is out, but they'll never see it again,
Or the sun when it goes to set, knowing that the world will have changed when it rises.

And although I've come to terms with it, I still find myself crying for what feels like no reason. But although the night might be darkest, I know the sun will rise regardless. And although it probably won't, I can only pray that when it does, I, with the world beneath me, will have changed with it.