Send some poems to a friend - the love thought that counts!

Poems for the People   -  Poems by the People

About the Poem

Depression can be a dreadful thing. It overwhelms your emotions, your moods, the way you think, act, and respond to everyday life. The worst of it is depression is an invisible enemy; most never even see it coming.

Still, fighting depression can seem even more dreadful at times. How can one muster strength from weakness. How can one derive hope from despair. Sometimes it seems you're weaponless, taking stand against a raging "beast".

I don't claim to know the answers, I only know this is the battle I fight every day of my life. More often than not, just getting through to tomorrow is a gallant victory.

Thank you, PoetDeVine, for caring enough to see the signs. This one is dedicated to you. 		Love Poems
Sad Poems
Friendship Poems
Poems on Life
Poetry Buffet
Read the latest Passionate News and discover what's happening in the world of poetry.If you have a question, we probably have the answer in our Frequently Asked Questions section
Every Resident Poet gets their own page, listing all their published worksLearn how to sell your poetry to the magazine or book markets
Links to some of the BEST Poetry sites on the Net!Search our huge database of poems for that special word or phrase
Instant Gratification - and thousands more poems! Join our growing community.You, too, can have your poetry showcased to the world!
Full list of ALL our poetry categories
Learn to write better poetry in our Learning Center!
Browse or send a poem from the classical Masters of poetry
Mix beautiful art with our poetry, and send the results to that special someone in your life
All Poems > Poems on Life #7 > Nor'Easter of 1956 Go to next poem

Life's Epic Battle
by Michael Anderson
With crystal clear alacrity,
I wake to the onrush of self pity.
Gathering gumption, I stand to fight.
All the strength of a porcelain knight.

Grasping the lance of frail truth,
Fragmented dreams of distraught youth.
Donning the shield of denial,
A helmet with a painted smile.

Bearing, proud, the breastplate of shame.
I willfully mount the steed, untame.
Holding high, for all to see, the crest-
Of broken dreams clung to in jest.

Gallantly, I charge into the joust-
On hope, so easy and often doused.
Braving the onslaught of sorrow,
Prestigiously gaining tomorrow.

Carrying home a prize that none would share.
Over the battlefields of despair.
To celebrate, alone, in toast and feast-
(If but for today), a conquered beast.

Six FREE things you can do with this poem!
Friend Want to share this poem with a friend? You can email it directly to your friend, with a personal message from you.
Vote If this poem touched you, please take a moment to Vote for the poem and perhaps leave a comment telling us why.
eCard Artistically inclined? You can use this poem in a graphical greeting card, designed by you, and then send it to a special friend.
Print Need a hardcopy? You can send a copy of this poem directly to your printer, without all of the color and graphics.
Author Want to send the author of this poem a private email? If they have maintained a current address with us, we'll send your message for you.
More If you especially appreciated this author, we'll be happy to show you where you can find more of their poems
(c) 1999 Michael Anderson Please respect the rights of the author and Passions in Poetry. If you would like to use this poem on your own web page, please contact the Author. Thank you.
All Poems > Poems on Life #7 > Nor'Easter of 1956 Go to next poem

Poems for the People   -  Poems by the People