In the deep expanse of a boundless sea,
A jellyfish swam, lost in misery.
Its translucent form, a somber shade,
Invisible tears in the watery cascade.
Once vibrant and luminous, it used to be,
A creature of wonder beneath the sea.
But now, it drifted, a spectral wraith,
Through the currents of its own dark faith.
Each pulsing movement, a languid descent,
As it journeyed through depths of discontent.
Its tendrils, once dancing with grace,
Now hung heavy, a slow-paced embrace.
Depression's undertow, an unrelenting force,
Pulled the jellyfish off its joyful course.
It longed for light, a glimmer of hope,
But darkness clung, like an anchor's rope.
Through coral caves and kelp forest deep,
The jellyfish's sorrow began to seep.
In search of solace, it roamed the abyss,
Unraveling in the void, lost in this.
Yet, even in despair's relentless flow,
A flicker of resilience began to grow.
In the darkest depths, it found a spark,
A glimpse of light, a hopeful embark.
With every pulse, it tried to ascend,
Breaking free from the depths of its own end.
Through patience and courage, it began to rise,
Toward the surface, where hope lies.
Slowly but surely, it reached the light,
Breaking free from the grips of endless night.
A journey through depression, a tale so deep,
A jellyfish's resilience, a secret to keep.
Though scars remained, and shadows clung,
The jellyfish swam, its spirit re-sprung.
For in the depths of despair, it learned to fight,
And found its way back to the surface, to the light.
