Deep in my depression,
Deep down in my soul,
Deep in my darkest dreams,
I find the power to go on,
I look at a picture,
The place I call perfect,
It keeps me going,
When I know it will all be over soon,
I remember being there,
I remember the turquoise water,
It just soothed my soul,
When I’m feeling very alone,
I look at it,
And before I know it I’m cured,
Just from the memories,
Of a perfect place.

kayla woods

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deep-13/