*** Edited: So sorry!! Meant to post this in the bipolar forum. My bad! ***
(But feel free if there's any poets, to add some of your stuff!)

When's the last time we had one of these going here?

Back a few years ago, I made it a routine to write free verse every morning into the BP poetry thread. There were a lot of other that posted too. Some posted only one or two, other posted several. The thread got super long. It was pretty cool.

Where's all the poets?

I'll start with something I posted here around this time of year back in 2012...

Take away the summer. Don't show your skin.
Hide under hooded sweatshirts and cover up your sin.
Get comfy-cozy in the shame and regret.
Listen to that little voice of hope. It's crying, "You ain't dead yet!"
Baby, open up the window and feel the cool breeze.
Pay attention to that yellow creeping in on the trees.
Try to find the beauty in everything you see.
We are one.
Emerge from nothingness and inhale the mood of the day.
Grasp it into all of your senses.
Exhale and release.
All you've got to do is breathe and you'll be ok.

Your turn...