Bipolar winds I feel blowing, my heart is beating and its snowing.
The weather is unstable like my disorder , though I’m able.
To feel like I’m floating away, my mind feels this is no game.
Medication is a treat, my mind thinks it’s neat. The stability I found, leads to places unbound.
Depression gone, and mania a float, I feel I can ride this unstable boat.
Waves are crashing on the rocks in the ocean, I’m ready to fall into this emotion.
Lightening is cracking in the sky, I see the beauty through my eyes.
Sunset is approaching the pinks and blues, I’m feeling in a good mood.
For a moment then its past, the sky is a mast!
Bipolar disorder I see you there, my teeth cringe, but I’m floating in mid air.
To high to notice my mania has approached, there is a moment I am encroached.
Onto my meds I see no doubt, my ability to feel happy with every bout.
To the ends of the earth I see, the beauty that is me.