In a living cesspool
you drown daily
being absorbed in waste,
trying to accomplish something
within the pain of living.
Breathing becomes exhaustive
the will to survive dreams away
into another fairy tale,
reality being too abusive
to contend with possibilities.
Door to the outside mind
hurts the souls purpose,
yet an angel storms within you
cries tears needing love
seeking others in companionship.
Solace of others merging
into a bouquet of understanding
unique bonding surviving together
hugging magnetism needed affection
claiming individuality of therapy.
hold my hand, feel my heart
take my smile into your soul
let my words caress your thoughts
help me understand why
I must keep trying to reach others.
I stumble fall and grow weary
crawl into a hole and hide,
the veil of purpose elevates me
haunting me as a mere child
driving me to more unknown abrasions.
There is no hiding fate,
I fear success as much as failure
for happiness lies between the two
in a balance that defies logic,
struggling reasoning to keep afloat.
Depression challenged exhilaration
lying within creative magical potions
upswings releasing souls of their bondage
flying the skies of dancing fire flies
warmth of accepting your destiny.