*To recover from mental illness is to be a cloud in the open sky* It can be lonely up there in the bright blue sky, Where alone you may or may not have a little cry. But when surrounded by others who understand how you feel, You can open your hearts and that's when it gets real. Everyone has heard of 'when it rains it pours', But without the release, the heavy cloud cannot soar. Some clouds clear up quick; others slow, Some float around unsure where to go. Here as a cloud you may remain, And that's okay as long as here you stay.