FOR THOSE WHO HAVE WON A BATTLEBE IT DEPRESSION ILLNESS OR STRIFE

DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO HAVE WON A BATTLE

BE IT DEPRESSION ILLNESS OR STRIFE

YOU STALKED ME IN THE DARK

LIKE A MUDERER IN THE PARK

I NEVER KNEW YOU WERE THERE

TIP TOEING AROUND WITH SUCH CARE

TEARINGALL MY DEFENSES DOWN

YOU THOUGHT YOU WORE A GOLDEN CROWN

BUT YOU MISJUDGED THE FIGHTING ME

MY SENSE OF SURVIVAL HAS SET ME FREE

WHEN I FELL TO THE GROUND

PAINFULLY SLOWLY I FOUND

THERE IS NO FUTHER I CAN FALL

SO TO THE TOP I WILL CRAWL

OUT OF THIS DEPRESSIVE HELL

I WILL LEARN TO DANCE AND YELL

PEOPLE THINK I HAVE GONE MAD

BECAUSE I FEEL SO GLAD

NO LONGER DO YOUHAVE THE POWER

TO MAKE ME CRY BE ILL AND COWER

THIS LIFE IS MINE AND I WILL LIVE

I HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO GIVE

© Petal Knee

[Shortnsweet54]

xxxxx, thoughts and hugs Petal xx

[julieevh]

Your poems bring tears to my eyes - very moving

Julie xx

[scrumie]

Hi Petal another wounderfull poem. I will definatly print this one off is brill. Thanks, already looking forward to more soft hugs Marg xx

[tulips123]

petal, from the depths you are able to express both pain and beauty, such a rare and special talent and touching the hearts of people fortunate enough to read them xx