::Fog of Confusion::
There is a fog of confusion that sometimes clouds my brain
When surrounded by this fog I am lost inside my pain
I have tried to let the fog sleep
But my low moods bring it back
Then I have to start all over again
To bring my serenity back
This never ending battle between the normal and insane
Often leaves me in awe of the skittishness of my brain
I need a star inside my head to always shine so bright
To keep the fog from returning and mucking up my life.
by Bonnie Jean Higgins
03-11-01
Dreamscape Poetry 
I Love this ! Great write !
thank you very much
I remember those days/weeks in January or February. At the end of a long run of bitltrey cold weather, we finally had a balmy -20C and my then 5-yearold son could be outside and play. When called in for dinner, he came in rosy-cheeked and while he ripped off his toque, he exclaimed Mom, it’s really WARM outside. It’s all in what you compare to
Wow… what a random memory to come up in a poem about manic depression. Thank you for sharing.