Poem about Bipolarity

All the deep disconnects
All the instant, dramatic shifts
All the painful build-ups
To so few prized gifts

All the shadow days
And the manic nights
The manic days
and shadow nights

All the extremes and lows
All the rescuers who tried
to push and pull me into molds
And all the times we cried

The devastating disappointments
The ruthless, soul wrenching revelations
I shouted, “God have you appointed
for me any purification or elevation?”

Yes, this I will see at the right time.
Maybe long after my bipolarity is normalized
All the frustrations and stormy atomic frames of mind
Will all fade somehow as I keep looking to the sky

 

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