As I start my walk toward the day I suddenly spot a flower that symbolizes everything coming my way. There are three to choose from and I fear if I choose the wrong one my day will be ripped away like the flower I hold in my hand. One represents happiness, another hate while the third might be the scariest of all indifference. Life appears to come at me this way no matter what rode I actually climb. Episodes are triggered like the cut of a flower and going back is as hard as putting them back on the plant. So, I look and wonder maybe this day the medicine will work and the path will actually determine the flower that comes my way.
FOOTNOTE- For, those that suffer from mental illness the choice might be made for them even if they seek a different flower.