As the cloud lifts
it becomes easier to breathe.
You seem lighter, mightier, happier.
It is a weight of your shoulders,
after almost succumbing to the crushing feeling of the boulders.

Eyes turn to the sky
as the brightness consumes you.
You feel like whistling, singing, jumping.
The brightest blue I’ve ever seen
Emphasizing the happiest I’ve ever been.

Why is it so difficult to express
how does it feel to be depressed?
To sink deeper in the shadows
And to feel overexposed?

But the opposite is also true
And it feels like I have no clue:

When I’m cycling up the curve
I know it’s all the goodness I deserve.
To feel amazing in my own skin
Can certainly not be seen as sin…

I feel the need to …
The need to feel?
The need to enjoy?
The need to let go?

Why does the darkness feel more acceptable, more comfortable?
Realizing you are climbing out of the well should not feel so foreign…

Yet, the light comes as a surprise.
Not wanting to believe it might be lies.
Not trusting the feeling of being elated
Or all the good feelings that are being created.

The darkness has lifted,
and it’s time to embrace the moment.

Every cloud has a silver lining for a reason
And even bipolar moods change like a season
I will enjoy the silly season.