Depression you will not beat me:
I shall turn your rhythm upside down and turn you into a happy song of colour not grey melancholy blues;
I shall sing a melody that echoes the birds outside my window and not that of a caged ones lament;
I shall survive with the lyrics written my left wrist and “believe it again” as their wisdom echoes within my soul;
I shall play it like Sam until my dying day and never give up on myself or others, or wave that flag of white.
© Fi S. J. Brown