Bipolar

The shadow

the clouds make when they

hide

the sun, reminds me of the Ups and

Downs

Of the bipolar

Windings of my mood.

Nothing compares to the happiness, the mania

Unusual fragments of human

Psychology

expressed

In one fluid light to dark sweep of the

   winds motion, like the inner battling of the

two                                               wolves

                        or

logic                and                     emotion

once so calm, now desperately trying to be heard over each other, growing louder with each

                                                                                                                                  tangled thought.