The Starting Line

The race of life.
We all run it the best we can.
Try our hardest to survive,
And give each other a helping hand.

I'm pushing through the confusion,
Stepping over the hesitation,
Jumping through loops of agrivation,
And stumbling down paths of depression.

Try to swim across the river of thoughts;
I'm being swept away by the strong current.
Tumbling, tumbling over the waterfall.
Sharp rocks...But I feel painless.

The night is falling,
Lost in the woods of dark thoughts,
I'm tripping and stumbling,
Blinded by the depression, I fall.

Thick brush of self-hatred,
Push my way through; thorns cut at my skin:
Scratches of blood, but I push on again.
Tired and thirsty; I'm ready for this to end.

And finally, in the race of life,
I find my way
To the starting line.
Here I am, exhausted, at the starting line.