Grit and spit

With grit and spit,
Commitment of heart and soul.
I refuse to let depression,
Takes full control.

It rattles its shackles,
It swings its chain.
But I stand steadfast,
And refuse its claim.

Love ones stand,
Extending their hands.
But to win this battle,
Alone I must stand.

My nose it is blooded,
Knuckles open and sore.
As I laugh at depression,
And cry "You want some more?"

It limps away,
Mutters "You won this fight!"
As I stand basking,
In sweet victories light.

Yes I tackle depression,
And I refuse to quit.
I face it dead on,
With grit and spit.