Wait and See

I could have died at 10 when I stared too long at the medicine bottle

or at 17 when I parked on the tracks, wishing the train would come.

I could have jumped off a balcony the night the bastard dumped me

or hanged myself with the rope once tethered my swing to the oak tree.

I could have ignored the friends who tried so desperately to help me.

I could have quit taking the antidepressant before giving it a chance.

Much as I didn't want to be "on anything," I slowly felt it unfog me,

after a few weeks beholding someone I barely remembered being.

I still have depressed days when all is gray, pointless, and brooding,

wondering if I'm strong enough to ride out a storm, however brief.

Of all the advice I've read or paid to have imparted: "This too shall pass,"

is wisest, the lifesaver. As Scarlett would say, "Tomorrow is another day."