Surviving Depression

Within despair,

through the dark,

it stings inside.

No one appreciates

the anguish I endure,

resulting in me

baring the burden alone.

With no respite,

no one wants to see

the blackness

that sullies my soul.

Only I can pull myself

through each hurricane

of torrential suffering.

My only saving grace

is blind optimism.

The belief it will get better

and I will be here tomorrow.

Author's Note: Photo is of my first attempt at creating an abstract painting of flowers.