There is a path
Dark and foreboding
Leading to where?
We are not sure
We take our steps
For we must go on
Yet each step is filled
With fear and longing
For something more
Something better
Something brighter
For light
Steps uncertain
Direction unclear
Strange noises
And eerie shadows
We go on
This is our path
This is our life
What choice do we have?
We could stop
Lay down
Curl up
Wish the world away
We could quit
Give up
Drop out
Squeeze shut our eyes
Yet even then
The darkness remains
The emptiness threatens
To swallow us whole
Our deepest longing
Our greatest need
Is someone to share
Our dark journey
Someone to care
The touch of a hand
Yet we desperately hide
From what we most want
Do you hear
My muffled cry?
Do you see
My desperate tears?
Will you come?
Will you try?
To reach to me
A desperate soul?
(Dedicated to all those who walk the dark and often lonely path of depression)
Be Transformed 