I choose this sadness, to dwell in madness –
But I also choose my recovery – writing poetry, lovingly…
I don’t need medicine for bi-polar –
when the talent I have does the curing.
My words, are precisely put together,
My emotions, are released the purest.
Do I see myself doing this forever?
Possibly, I don’t know.
But taking steps back?
I won’t go…
This is a process, and I write to process.
I am free and conscious,
I can breathe. I can breathe.
My mind is free but cautious.
No steps back. No steps back.
I go forward with each line or rhyme.
I’ll be okay, I just take my time.
I’ll just take my time.