This is me.

 This is what I long for:

adventure with the sunrise,

passion in my core,

taking pictures with my eyes.

As it's time for sunset

and the night to fall,

I see your silhouette,

even within the fog.

Sometimes, I turn and toss.

I long for the quiet,

yet the mind creates chaos.

Still, I try to fight it.

The morning comes

and I can see the doves.

Compassion plays the drums

all for the sun above.

Life is a never-ending show.

My inner self, I wish to seek.

Even when depression reigns,

I know that this is me.

The night returns once more,

the time that day walkers fear.

It's okay to want to explore

the shadows beyond the door.

Yet as I try to sleep,

the demons infiltrate my mind.

In my dreams, I fall too deep.

Overwhelmed, I wake up blind.

Blind to anything good

as I force myself numb.

A walk into suffering

which at times, I succumb.

Standing on the precipice,

I'm close to the edge.

For a moment, I don't mind the abyss

as is born, a hopeless eclipse.

Then, I feel the breeze

as it grounds me to the present.

I long to just breathe,

calming down my self resentment.

As the calm grows, 

my heart heads back home.

This time, I can fall asleep

without fear of what will go wrong.