It's a purple morning

No sunshine coming through the window of my soul.

I feel blue, and the birds, the birds are not singing right now.

I am tired, I want to stay into the dark night.

No. It's enough. I've got to get myself up.

There's a sunbeam filtering through my shades, finding its way into my bed.

I am not blue anymore. I feel silver now.

I can do this. I can do 1, 2, 3 right now.

I feed myself some greens, drink my water. Life feeds on life.

Depression is my shadow, she goes where I go, but she's not me.

I open the front door and step outside.

I choose to let the colors of this day shine bright inside.