Fight

(One of my first poems in the last four years - since I somewhat matured, that is, written in a moment of depression.)

Did you ever lean out in the rippling breeze
And let it caress your soul and heart?
Did you shut your eyes as you felt it tease
Your hair, and whisper as your fell apart? 

Did you look out into the dark, alone,
Listening to silence, willing the world away,
Allowed the chill to seep right into your bone,
Wanted to scream, but remained silent each day?

Depression, like a trickle of tar
Crept into your depths, gnawing you through,
Self-loathing, like a jailer, didn't let you go far,
You were always at the back, wondering what to do.

How often have you wanted to shut the world out?
Happiness seemed to hate you, you were loved by pain,
Your confidence snuffed out by too much of doubt,
Which fed on scornful laughter and looks of disdain.

Have you ever stood with your feet on the edge,
Felt like jumping to a sleep whence you'll never wake?
The doors of death felt dearer than life's dusty cage,
You were a broken doll of God's own make.

But before you pick the poison
Do look about,
See the lights over the horizon,
Watch how they shine out.

Not every one of them is as bright as a few,
And yet not one gives up its light,
Together they all keep shining for you,
And send out the message — 'Fight!'