My smile hasn't been artificial in days.
No scarlet lips necessary; it's refreshing, and such a relief.
I've given more than I've managed to take.
I've slept early, and been early to wake.
Moments feeling down have been fleeting and brief.
I've thought more about a rosier future.
I've projected images through pink lenses, of how things will turn out in my head.
The gratitude I'm finding makes sadness a mere subtle blue,
As I step forward, more confident too!
Carrying sunshine yellow, in my pocket, wherever I'm led.