Striving to heal from loneliness and situational depression, seeking hope and connection. |
I walk a path both rough and steep, Through shadows long and valleys deep. Loneliness whispers, soft and low, Its chilling voice a steady foe. Depression lingers, clouds my sky, A weight that asks me why even try? Yet within my chest, a flicker burns, A quiet hope that slowly turns. I’m working now, though steps are small, To climb the cliffs, to break the wall. To find connection, to let love in, To build a life where light begins. It isn’t easy; the days feel long, But each small effort makes me strong. A conversation, a walk, a breath, Tiny victories stave off death. I tell myself it’s not too late, To shift the course, to change my fate. For situational storms may rage, But I can turn to a brighter page. I’m learning to trust, to reach, to share, To let my heart say, “I am here, I care.” The cracks in my armor, the tears I weep, Are part of the climb, the promises I keep. I won’t be perfect; I’ll stumble, I’ll fall, But I’ll keep moving, I’ll heed the call. For loneliness and sorrow won’t define This heart, this life, this soul of mine. Step by step, I’ll claim my fight, And find my place within the light. |