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Piton

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Why?
Why do I cry?
I cry because I have nothing to show for my work.
It pains me that no one can see what I've done.
My depression seeps slowly to where people can feel.
Through my eyes.
It's a tangible thing you can touch.
Sigh.

         But I can fight this.
         I can pull through to where the light shines.
         Only one way to get there.
         I must find something to be proud of,
         Use it as a piton, and climb the wall of pain.
         Up, up, and leave self-pity behind
         Screaming at the bottom of the well
         Where I used to wallow in shame.

I am almost there...
I can taste the joy-sweet air...

         I arrived some time ago.
         I'm happy here, but occasionally I feel sorrow.
         Sometimes I look back
         To the horizon,
         Where I can see in the distance
         The cliff I climbed.
         And sometimes I feel I want to run and jump off
         And join my friend, the worthlessness.

In times like those,
I reach under my bed of memories
And I take out a dusty old shoebox.
I open it and look...

         My piton lies there.
         The thing that helped me through my storm of Nothings.
         I take it out gently,
         And hold it lovingly in my hands.
         Warm thoughts rush to my brain
         And I smile.

Thank you, my piton.

November 29, 2001
I'm not a depressed person by nature, but I think most people go through one or two times in their life where they get depressed. This is the first poem I was truly proud of, and I still am. I wrote it my junior year in high school.
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