A Purpose For My Life Poem by Deidre Dixon

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