Depressed

But I strive to be happy

I’m pulled downward

I push upward

And so

This inner movement ensues

What will win?

What part will manifest

As my current state of mind?

Is it a choice?

Sometimes I just don’t think so

The pull can be so great

But the opposing push

Must be even greater

The light

Dances upon my eyes

And reminds me

Of eternity

The pull and push

Become irrelevant

And I realize

That I simply am