a bipolar ode

the weather sucks today

the sun rose sultry grey

 

it’s supposed to be sunny tomorrow

and i love the orange sun rays

 

and i hate the rain’s tears

on frosted window glass

 

smiling shy though the clouds,

shining bright blue sky between its teeth

 

trapping me in a black stone prison,

its suffocating grey walls

 

freeing me from misconceptions

made beneath a milky moon,

 

pining for the way the nothing feels,

the emptiness of winter mornings

 

letting me breath again with satisfaction

in the yellow pollen joy of spring.

 

but today’s somber sun,

tomorrow’s amber sunrise

and shrouded sky offer comfort,

and bright skies will remind me

that nothing really matters,

it’s ok that nothing’s ever perfect,

the clouds will always linger,

but there will always be another golden morning.

#odebipolar

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