Never Give Up! Never Surrender! Poem by Nia Schexnider

As my head begins to spin,

and I'm told I cannot win,

over again and again

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That this depression is forever,

That I can be cured, never,

That my mind is too weak,

To gain what I seek.

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That I have no power,

and I'm as delicate as a flower.

That it is for chemical reasons

I've been depressed all these seasons.

*

I say to you, I can,

Learn how to stand.

I can make neurological connections,

I can take my mind in new directions.

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I no longer care what I'm told,

I have no desire to be sad and old.

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I shall succeed in my endeavor,

because I know I'm cleaver.