I called this ‘Forward’, though I could very well have called this A Letter to Depression. I cannot, however much I might like to be, be bitter about my experiences with depression because ultimately I know they have made me a better and stronger person. I can, however, be defiant.
Forever
Bruised, not battered.
Tears provide momentum,
Not friction, nor impediment.
I will ride this wave with
Stubbornness to push me
Forward, ever forward.
If I look back it will only be
To say ‘See?
See how you did not defeat me?’
I am my cracks and character.
A work in progress.
Wobbling, not crashing.
Forward, ever forward.