Acrostic poem 'Mental Health'

Man is not flawless, could not be
Else he would belong to the gods
No mortal can be untouched by
The path traveled, the grass trampled
Always, the trail has twists and turns,
Losing the way, circling round, is a dance of life.

Hard is the journey, yet each turn brings delights
Each twist a reminder of the dawn breaking
And despite the oppressive dusk, we carry on
Lugging our baggage, carrying our load,
Trusting that the next turn will bring the sunrise
Hope pushes us forward.