Poem By Aubrey

Bipolar Depression

It opens up like a bottle and the bubbles just come pouring out from the top.

It's like a an adrenaline rush going through my veins, kinda like a street car racing the streets.

It's like the wind flowing past my skin or a soft touch of a soft blanket.

When the manic enters to a peak, it falls down into a dark hole.

When the saddness of the depression seeks in, it goes deep into the soul of a raptured heart and dies off slowly.

It may seem like two different worlds, but in all reality, it's not.

Just walking on the ground with no shoes on, it's like the pain of the stones just ease the feelings away and relaxes the body and make it drift off into a whole other place of mind.

The antic ways that come along the sides of the world, seem always demented by the powerful fire that scars beneath the grounds.

Looking up at the sky and feeling that soft as a blanket breeze, there is warmth from the bright light of the orange-red sun. My mind is clear and I feel happy again.

~Aubrey Harding