the bipolar ride

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