Bipolar Me

February 25, 2011
By , Trenton, GA
Breathe slowly
Thoughts like dripping water
Movements that take Herculean effort
Fighting against falling
Swallowed up into a deep grey abyss
As shades of blue color my world
Locked into emotional hibernation
No stirring, trying not to think
About how the world is better without me

Breathing erratic, spastic
Thoughts moving at the speed of light
Good thoughts, happy thoughts
Dizzying myself in a whirlwind of activity
Spinning up, up, up into ecstasy
So many colors, a rainbow of life
Happy, angry, excited, mad, epiphany
Sleep is a foreign word, rest is just Babel
I am the on top of the world, the heroine saving the day
But how long before I stumble
And fall?

My moods like the tides ever rising and falling
Like the moon ever ebbing and expanding
Constantly falling up or flying down
Bipolar Disorder
Meaning two polar opposites sharing the same body, the same mind
Teetering on the edge of insanity, tippy-toes on the brink of madness
I start to wonder, which one is me?





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ConstanceN said...
Mar. 28, 2011 at 7:48 pm
I found this poem really touching and amazing! I have a good friend who is bipolar and so I have seen their mood swings. You describe it so well!
 
AntagonisticFairytale This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Mar. 30, 2011 at 7:28 pm
Thank you so much for your comment! I have suffered with this illness since I was twelve years old and it's always going to be a challenge, so I tried to offer this as a way of saying 'Hey, you're not alone!'.
 
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