Footprints On This Path 

There are no footprints on this path of mine besides my own 

Staring at the clouds dreaming of a future that may never be 

Losing myself in the art of writing  

I’ve got a wild spirit that dreams of bashing down the barriers and 

Dreams of destroying the stigmas around mental health 

I dream of explaining Depression and other mental illnesses to the world 

In a way that makes those that suffer feel known and seen 

I travel a road not overgrown but a new road  

Known only to me but I want to share it with the world 

I started a little backwards never really submitted until after I already published two books 

I’ve got a wild spirit that bucks at tradition and the way things are supposed to be 

I’ll share my story 

I’ll share my path 

I’ll blaze a trail through the forests hacking and clawing my way through 

Talking about trenches and holes 

Highs and lows 

Brighter and better days ahead 

And the days, weeks, months, sometimes years where the light never seems to reach you 

Where you keep going on without hope running on nothing because you don’t know how to do anything else 

Everyone’s passage through the forests and wildernesses of depression and mental illness is different 

Not everyone’s path through and out looks the same but there’s always similarities 

Some never make it out instead surrendering to the forest 

Surrendering to the trenches and letting themselves fade away 

Others give up entirely letting a final end sever all chances of brighter days upon this earth 

They surrender to the adage that I don’t know where I’ll go but it sure can’t be worse 

I aim to show a way out through perseverance and faith 

Faith in yourself and your own strength and faith in others willing to listen 

It takes a wild spirit to keep on fighting and make it out 

It takes a warriors wild spirit to make it out alive and we all have a warrior’s spirit otherwise you wouldn’t have survived this long.   

You’re just tired and that’s okay everyone gets tired.