Color Blue…

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.

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