This is one of the very first poems I ever wrote, I was 16 years old at the time. Hope you enjoy!

Hope

Depression is hard;

It is desperate,

It is desolate, comfortless, dark

Hopeless

A race from the blast

Rushing, running

A struggle to sprint

A strain to slip away;

Back burns with fire

Singeing, searing

Until Wrong is Right

Black is White

Dark is Light

A cinder block tied to a foot

Dragging, sinking

A struggle to swim,

A strain to float;

Lungs fill with icy water

Swirling, sinking

Until Wrong is Right

Black is White

Dark is Light

A vortex in the air

Suffocating, spinning

A struggle to stand,

A strain to stay grounded;

Feet lift up

Flying, floating

Until Wrong is Right

Black is White

Dark is Light

Hope is hard;

It is happy,

It is joyful, content, bright

Comfortable

An airport reunion

Hugging, kissing,

An ease of pain

A cessation of worrying;

Tears fall

Laughing, holding

Until Wrong is Right

Black is White

Dark is Light

And all is right with the world.