upward like a shriek of lightning
bursting the sky into fractured veins
the pulse of joy electric and raw
hands stretched to touch the stars
downward a plunge into unraveling dark
the rails screech their violent protest
gravity tugging harder than my heart
i fall into myself without mercy
a storm brews in my blood quietly
until it roars, breaking bones of calm
each crash shifts me closer to chaos
but i brace for the next ascent
it is both flight and freefall’s curse
an endless loop of rapture and ruin
a circuit that knows no off switch
its hum never fades, only shifts
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Gray such a poetic description in metaphor. Brilliant!! I have worked with bipolar people for many years and have never heard a better description of what it is like. A definite fave
Thank you Soren for sharing your feedback. My bipolar is kept at bay by my meds.
A lovely write about a condition that many suffer from and struggle to understand, so nicely expressed, wonderful write
An honest and self revelatory write.
I've heard patients argue that while meds keep them more or less on the straight and narrow, they can hanker for the excitement of the highs. I'm thankful it was not within the ambit of my pay grade to make medical decisions.
The last stanza ties this one together succinctly. The shift between brutal mood swings is torturous. My experience I describe as a roller coaster with no seatbelt. Medication can be frowned upon. For my family it has been a God-send.
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