The morning arrives shiny and bright
Flowers uncurling a beautiful sight
Horses nostrils flare snorting with delight
Bounding up a mountain to a new height
The reflections are narrow, dark and deep
Slipping in very slow I did not leap
Clawing up at the walls so very steep
Falling in on itself yet celebrating sleep
© 2010-2011 Michael Yost booguloo@live.comhttp://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2011/07/poetry-pantry-is-now-open-57.html?showComment=1310394511640#c3813616720526341534
Michael's Lair 
What discomfort… to be tossed into the abyss of the down side of bipolar. That dark, dull energy oozes from the page.
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I appreciate the comment and the visit. Medication in most cases is the start to balance. Therapy helps keep you on the meds.
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cool write.
visiting from poets untied collection.
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Good to see you on a different blog site!
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