Depression (Iteration 4)

You've paid every cent of hell
While laid down in a wretched cell

Given all of yourself to nothingness
To a nameless face in darkness

Trust me when I say there's another way
That dawn brings salvation with every new day

Just pick yourself up and rise like the sun
Burning bright, in the night, and take what comes

Staring into the mirror and see a face in pain
But showing nothing of the blood long stained

Peel at the cracks, straighten your back
And steel yourself for the coming attack

There's a heat deep in your torn heart
Something just begging for a start

A chance to live, a chance to fight
A chance to do yourself right

Year upon year, you count all your wrongs
But how many times have you proved yourself strong?

This blood, your blood, streams through
Will keep you filled, keep you alive, and make you new

And when all is dead and all is done
And when you find the darkness gone

You will see that you were always free
Just like you've always meant to be

M.M.  — 04-Jul-2016