I search the world for answers
to the questions in my mind.
Although, it seems those answers
are the ones I'll never find.
In dark despair I call out.
I scream for help and light.
The source of deep depression
is something I must fight.
I try to ''keep my chin up''
and ''focus on the ball'',
but everytime I take a step
I also take a fall.
For those of us who fight them,
the demons in our head,
we have to force ourselves to sleep
each time we go to bed.
Without my faith in Jesus
and my love of family,
I don't know where I would end up
but I know I wouldn't be free.
Mary, Hang in there kid, you're doing all right! You're not alone. Keep writing. love, Alison
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Kites rise against the wind Mary! The answer and the happiness within you and nowhere else? Every dark cloud has a silver line..........let the life flows as it is! be happy...........just imagine there are some who hasn't seen their offspring born blind? ............you and me at least see things as they are.