Poetry

The Other Side.

They say depression feels like your drowning.
One day you gotta learn to swim or get back on that boat because this isn't what life is all about.
Life is for the living and darling I see you choking on the very thought of that.
I'd tell you to swim back to shore but you've already drifted into another world.
Maybe that's a good thing.
Come out the water and welcome to my world.
This is not a place for the weak minded.
We run naked and make love under the stars.
Is this where happiness starts?
Or is this just the beginning of being where I was always meant to be?