My rise from depression

Too long have I walked through the shadow of the valley of death

Too long have I been on my knees worshiping a god that I chose with out my consent.

I am free.

The chains have broken, the bird is out of it's cage.

Jet Black ravens have shifted to snow white doves.

This is the start of a new time. A new era.

This is my rise from depression

My elevation to that elation I left behind so long ago.