fog

i started this journey long ago
walking on the pavement
but then one day i looked down
and it was broken - i was broken
i trip on the cracks and fall
i compose myself and stand back up
to face another day
but the road has run out
and all I am left with as i walk along the ground that was once a road, but has since turned into dirt, is the monster called depression-
it tells me i am nothing
that i am not worth it
but i continue walking
lost in the fog
hoping one day to be free