Climbing Over Lows

I am climbing over the valleys
Peak to peak with nothing under my feet
Depression is discovery of the next ascent
Under hand and foot is air, I am supported by anticipation

If I fall from my climb over the dip
I will fall into the pit
The walk from depression through realization is downhill to the top
How can I walk on the sky when I feel lower than dirt?

Expectation of joy pulls the straps on my boots
When I cannot smile I must think
And when I think I must realize
That if I have all these reasons to be smiling again, its only a matter of time