Tightrope - A Poem

 

TIGHTROPE

YOU WANT TO KNOW HOW DEPRESSION FEELS?

IT'S LIKE BEING ON A TIGHTROPE, ON WHEELS,

BELOW IS A BLACK, ENDLESS HOLE

BEYOND, ON EITHER SIDE, ARE TOLLS,

YOU PAY, ONE WAY OR THE OTHER

WHO CARES IF IT'S ONE WAY OR ANOTHER?

YOU HAVE TO MAKE IT ON YOUR OWN

ONLY YOU CAN TAKE YOURSELF HOME.

CAN YOU DO IT, CAN YOU GET OUT?

THERE'S ALWAYS WORRY, THERE'S ALWAYS DOUBT.

EVEN WHEN YOU SAFELY REACH THE END

YOU KNOW YOU'LL BE BACK TO DO IT AGAIN.

SOME JUST LET GO AND FALL AWAY,

NEVER SEE THE LIGHT OF ANOTHER DAY.

THE REST OF US TAKE LITTLE PILLS

AND HOPE THAT'S ENOUGH TO CURE OUR ILLS.

WE SEE THE CLOUDS AND PRAY FOR SUN

AND CRY EVERY TIME WE COME UNDONE.

WE FACE TOMORROW NOT WITH A BLANK PAGE

BUT A LIST OF TROUBLES TO BE ERASED.

STILL, WE HAVE TO KEEP ON TRYING,

EVEN ALL THIS - IS BETTER THAN DYING.