At Ease

I stare up at the trees

Breathe in the cool breeze

Watch the flight of the bees

Migrate to flowers as far as the eye sees

Drop down to my knees

Ask my Lord, please

Do not allow me to freeze

Must pick the right keys

So the negative emotions I release

They’ve become a disease

Everyone agrees

Let the words put me at ease

Truthfully to some degrees

I must share my expertise

On how control of your life you seize


For more poetry and prose, check out The Good, The Bad & The Ugly: The Struggles of Being Bipolar


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