The different colors around me And the brown fallen leaves The cloudy but bright color of the sky A peaceful creek and the slowly streaming water inside
I am walking down this path And I can smell
The fresh air And the scent of the dirt on my shoes The raindrops from last night A lost daisy in the grass
I am walking down this path And I can hear
The steps that I happily take And the playing music in my head The birds flapping their wings as they soothingly fly away A mouse that is still awake
I am walking down this path And I can feel
The light that shines through the branches of the trees And the warmth it leaves on my skin The soft breeze touching my loose wavy hair A feeling that will soon go away, even though I wish it would stay
I have bipolar disorder. At these manic times I acknowledge and appreciate every single thing around me. All I see is beauty and all I feel is happiness. This poem is what it is, only in the slightest way of its experience.