Battle

It's back again,

The fight is even harder

Trying to skip stones that always fall into the water.

Depression is back underneath the water,

The water that turns into mud like a gaping trap.

Do I really want to be stuck in the mud again?

The answer is no.

I'll breathe under the water like Poseidon.

I'll keep skipping stones as my life depends on it.

The sand castles I've built along the shore,

May get destroyed by the waves

But I've been through worse.

I am not defined by my depression,

Or the anxiety of failure skipping these stones.

I am not defined by what happened to me,

What doesn't kill you does not make you stronger.

Your choices make you stronger,

And I choose to never get stuck in the mud again.