darkness was setting in
it shone the darker side on me
my thoughts groping across unfamiliar routes
searching myself, turning me upside down
no point to stop, no hold to guide.
i could not see nor move.

i lay there in an envelope of tin sheets
clay walls, a comfortable cot.
i was battling the overpowering depression
eyes wide open... darkness visible

why does it seem to grip me,
to shake me down
and shatter me into unrecognizable pieces?
to put them back is painful!

thoughts of defeat, defeating my potential
victory, it was, for defeat
and defeat for the victorious
what a transformation
each phase transcending into a fit.

i could not take it anymore
i had to stop
i paused a moment and felt the space around
i had to see beyond my atmosphere, into reality.

to make the static dynamic
attitude was to sublime into outrageous spirit.
attitude it was, my thought to be blamed
i lay down, i fell back
not realising my thought of defeat
had done this to me.

WHAT COULD BE MORE POWERFUL THAN A THOUGHT?

A THOUGHT TO SAY - I CAN
AN ATTITUDE TO YELL - THERE IS NO DEFEAT