Palindrome

Dry.

I am a cracked painting, brushed with grief.

Between my eyes there's a frown.

My retinas feel ready to crack open.

What have I done?

What have I seen?

There's nowhere left to lean

And no strength left to run.

At the edge of the crevasse, I tossed every rope in.

And with no direction left but down,

To fall would be relief.

Cry.

The One Hope When All Hope Is Lost

Patience.

Until the day breaks,

And you hear the sound a bird makes

And the sun breaks into sight.

Though there's silence now and there is no light--

Not even a glimmer to pull the trigger by.

When you thought that dying was a comforting lie,

And deep despair paralyzed your existence,

You had no energy to hear my insistence

That everything changes, everything changes.

Valleys can rise till they're high mountain ranges,

Oceans become deserts, old junk is the new must-have;

Depression will turn into joy someday; just have

Patience.