Wild Horses

My life has always been a struggle
Even if it is with acceptance
Everyone, everyday is a survivor if they face dysfunction(als)
Nothing wrong with being dysfunctional
I function just fine (so does congress and others)
Even if my depression never totally fades
Even if it grows to cloud my days
Even if my manic moments continue on
I continue to fight to accept myself all along
To say my depression has me so down I will cry
Whether it is chemical or due to life gone by
I will hate it
but accept it I must try
So that I can move on
and not be lost inside my mind.
There is no negative or positive unless I assign
A value or a feeling to that thought at that time
My mind will continue to be what it is
Like wild horses each free of bridal and bit
Each going wherever it's nature drives it
I cannot stop those horses upon the fly
I can only hope to choose on which one I will ride.
And if only to ride for a minute or two
Perhaps next time maybe 5 minutes will do
Yet perhaps I may fall along the way
A hapless victim of natural display
Only to get up and try again anyway
Perhaps one day I'll ride them all away.

By Milton DeWayne Benson 4.27.05