As I write this down I will explain what I meant.
Strength, what it means to have it .
Confidence to face any challenge.
The challenge would be to stay consistent.
Unfortunately, depression is persistent.
So stupid.
Each day I do try to work it out.
Through the wire fence of doubt.
Through the negative voices that are loud.
To the eyes that look at me and never change.
Giving me the look of shame.
Whether it’s someone I know or not.
That look always make me like I just got shot.
That’s why I draw strength from writing.
Without it , life is so tiring
I would be lost at sea.
No direction on how to get back to the beach.
All that matters is that I keep trying.
Giving up is the just as the same as dying
Strength is the necessity to overcome the negativity in order to regain the positivity.
All these activities.
I can’t be stagnant , I have to keep busy.
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