It's so hard to get out of bed
Hard to lift my head off of the pillow
Funny how all I hear is the birds
Instead of chirping I hear words saying, "Get up. You've gotta go. Don't you give up. There's so much more for you to do."
Then I move; I get started
Don't know why I feel broken-hearted
But it's a fight every day
Fighting for my life each time I wake
Fighting each night to go to sleep
Don't want to lay down my head in dread of tomorrow
When I wake the sorrow is back
And the birds start again
Starting to think they are my friends
Always there when I wake
Cheering me on that I can make it
So every day I keep pressing
There's a new blessing to pursue
Something inside of me that has to get out
Without a doubt there is a reason for my life
So, I will fight; won't give up
Determined to live and to give all that I have
This is not about me, but about them
The ones who receive what I have to give
Whether they read or hear or see
The gifts are flowing out of me to bless them
Like living rivers they are flowing constantly
And I know there is a purpose for my life
Depression cannot have me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Brave utterances made with lucidity of thought and mind. An insightful motivational piece of poetry nicely brought forth from the heart. Thanks for sharing, Deidre.