The sky is bright with fireworks,
Splashes of color in the dark;
But Inside my brain it's black and white,
Clinical and stark.

I sit outside all evening
Till the crickets chirp no more,
And Sun is knocking lightly
On Moons shuttered door.

Out of the darkness and the shadow
Comes brightness and the day;
And I sit and think just maybe-
I might just be okay.