the bipolar dawn

 
the dawn came and a new day with her
I feel serene in her hopeful light
smiling while freckled optimism is sprinkled on me
stretch and look around
 
I wonder that yesterday was cast such a villain
a murderer of all my hopes and dreams
bipolar mania happens just that way
  
I hope to touch the skyline within my visions today
so I lasso a cloud lazily floating over my head
then on a light breeze, drift into the day
  
I see the peoples below me hustling to and fro
not me, not today
this day is special in its awakening
a dawning of my mind's truths
  
my depression will always come to an end
I just have to wait it out
breakthrough and write about it
even if I don't like what it has to say
  
in the badlands of sadness
personal truths can be found as well
beautiful canyons carved from the sands of grief
  
I turn and see my beauty in the very day who beholds me
I am the freckled optimistic dawn  
looking out at a glorious desert canyon
  
I am me  
I realize I can't be contained  
within a thought or particular feeling
  
I'm one of a kind
so I will enjoy the day  
and my unique perspective of it