My light won’t shine
Tired of this feeling
And feeling this way
My joy, it is killing
Yet, I have to stay
It isn’t the norm
Of this, I am sure
My imperfect storm
No sun here to cure
Adrift on this boat
Lifeline and vessel
I don’t sink, but float
Internal wrestle
The sun is a myth
Fantastic being
A true biased gift
For those believing
In what , who knows
It’s not my design
My sail just won’t blow
And light won’t shine
Side note.. this is not about religion. I am a child of God. This is just my expression of the confusion I have, regarding depression.
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