My heart is light, the world is mine to hold.
Life is breathing new air for me, wiping away the old.
The treasures beckon me, from every possible turn.
So, why does this dread inside of me, continually burn.
My mind masquerades with dark and light embraced.
The happy comfort vibes shaking in fear of being replaced.
Spirals form, ushering in the despair.
Leaving me grasping for the comfort I know to be there.
This disease is deafening in its silent attire.
Longing for relief, eternal sleep becomes my desire.
They’ve given it value, bipolar is how it is known.
For the opposite emotions so frequently shown.
From manics so high, I think the world will never stop.
To depressives that leave me waiting for the bottom to drop.
Some days I love myself and everything I see.
While others, I hate everything that has to do with me.
Prayers are sent for this battle to end.
Relief from the daily requirement to pretend.
Only for the sake of those around me do I struggle this fight.
I am holding on to what I have, clinging to hope with all of my might.
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