05 January, 2014

Manic-Depressive Days

With a sun-drenched sky, my day shows highs, but with the
cloud cover it shows lows.
I thought I was normal, the doctor told me so. Normal then
Is a manic-depressive day.

The sun makes me talk fast, sing, or just dance. I am not in
Control, but flying high,
happy with no cares in the world. So this would be my
Manic side day.

The clouds make me cry or just find me starring. I am not in
Control, but flying low, sad with all
The cares in the world. So this would be my
Depression side day.

Like a mathematical sine curve having only highs and lows,
I am never, no never, in control. I
Either ascend or descend like the weather. Change is consistent
Always infinite. So this would be my
Manic-depressive days.


Copyright Denise A White

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