When you choose to wipe away the tears
and let a smile claim your face,
you also choose to put depression,
back into it's place.
The doctors may give labels,
that mark every babe at birth,
but they're just part of who you are,
and you define your worth.
So when you think you're beaten,
and emotions have you torn,
just remember every flower,
is left not without a thorn.
I've dealt with depression for years, been on and off of meds, seen way too many specialists, and didn't accept help from anyone. "every flower" is saying everybody has their own crosses to bear, but you won't get better until you choose that road for yourself. This poem is about my past year, my year of hope and recovery.
