The hard-earned hope

My strength fades as I
fight for a goal
that some maybe even now
won't understand or feel.

My life is filled with
thoughts awful in form
but, as a craftsman shapes
his clay, doing it whatever pleases him

I will shape my existence
so that it will learn to reject
the call of sorrow
while it fights to stay alive.

I am alone and this might
never change, but
I'll have by my side the power
of the past, as a sword

to rip the future and
conquer it, to be as far as I can
a strong fighter against
the romantic illness.

I will WIN for it is up to ME.

Author's Note

For everyone who works hard to earn his freedom from depression