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 The days feel like a constant battle, so much that my will to smile Has withdrawn into my inner shell, And my face, I keep covered behind a shroud of flowers Caring to focus on what I wish to, rather than on what this world Had to offer!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!