Some Poems, I wrote when I was depressed.

I pace, on the bridge of life.

Swayed, by happiness I stride.

Do not know, where it leads.

But I know, it will end.

Looking for purpose,

I walk.

I walk until my heart desires.

Pushed by the wind of despair and grief.

I trudge on the edge of hope.

The wind blew stronger.

And letting go seemed easier.

But I know

I know it is a lie.

Let the wind become hurricane!

And try me harder!

I will not fall

Because the past made me stronger

I will not fall!

Because I had wings.