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.