I feel it in my head and soul,
the world now spinning slower.
I feel myself regain control
no longer controlled by another.
Another one who’s also me
who thinks that things must always be
just fraught with creativity
and just will not give up!
The world is coming into focus
no longer spinning by!
And I am tired, it’s been so long since
I was just me, just I!
Divided down the middle I am
two in one, in chaos, bedlam,
with the stigma of mental illness spectrum,
but I will not give up.
I feel it now, impending doom
I know the next phase will come soon
I’ll dive into depression and
I’ll howl under the darkest moon.
That is the other side to this,
relief not only the sweetest kiss,
but going down the dark abyss
makes it hard to not give up.
This is for all those out there who struggle with bipolar disorder, or any other of the invisible illnesses. You are not alone.