On the Edge of the Cliff
The days have been laden with hard toils
Even if they felt like they glided gracefully through dance halls
I have had to move boulders and shake mountains
So as to open my curtains, with a grim face,
To face challenges which further darkened my melancholy
As, since quite some time, my feelings have been
Standing at the edge of a cliff, being at the same time,
Wistful at the sight of the huge waves that crashed down below
But also, gloomy at the fate that I have to carry upon me!
The days feel like a constant battle, so much that my will to smile
Has withdrawn into my inner shell,
And my face, I keep covered behind a shroud of flowers
Caring to focus on what I wish to, rather than on what this world
Had to offer!
Should I shout out to the world that depression is a matter to be
Taken very seriously, I would be deemed as being an attention seeker
And that some shopping spree or some scoops of ice cream
Would readily heal my pain
But then, it becomes tough to describe
The strength that it takes to decide to return to my daily activities
Rather than stand, mesmerized at the edge of the cliff!
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