I walk the broken road,
with my heart in my hands,
trying to lessen my load,
while following others demands,

My hopes still remain,
but my fear does as well,
like an iron chain,
my pain begins to swell,

slowly i turn,
to face the beast that trails,
I look into its eyes that burn,
and feel as it assails,

Its long claws,
try to pierce my very soul,
But i face it with my flaws,
but this begins to take a toll,

But I refuse to give way,
I stand proud and vein,
and slowly it backs away,
and looks at me with disdain,

I know I have won,
but the journey is not finished,
for this battle is just one,
in many only slightly diminished,

So I will never give way,
for this is a battle I did not choose,
I will fight it every day,

depression may just become my muse...