Depression

You can see it.

The break in the clouds.

The light and warmth are there -

Teasing and taunting you.

It's claustrophobic.

Dark, lonely, and thick - like a cocoon.

You pray for the layer of clouds to lift.

For relief.

The desire to emerge from the cocoon is there.

The shell is tough to break through.

You remain focused on the crack...

Inching, fighting, struggling to break free.

The war rages on.

One of will.

There is no end.

Only a reprieve.

The cycle goes on and on.

The clouds come and go.

Sometimes high and thin.

At times, thick and low.

The battles come at every turn.

Some with warning and some unknown.

There is no victor here.

Just victories.

When the the clouds are thick and low,

The cocoon is thick and tough.

Don't give up. Don't lose hope.

Just focus on the crack.