I am brittle, not broken.

I am fragile, yet stronger than any part of me that ever begged for mercy from the sweet darkness that inhabits my silent hours.

My diagnosis will not define me. It is but a drop in the oceans of love that swell and ebb behind my vacant stare.

My mind may be tainted, it will often descend into darkness but it ascends to the light with such glorious grace that I am grateful for the duality.

I sometimes hold on too tightly as I quake amongst dreams of letting go.  White knuckles and curled fingers cling to the void that becomes my existence as my dark companion enters without pause or invitation and dances through my day with numbing ease. 

Today I will refuse to follow.

I embraced the entire universe as I lifted and wrapped my arms around my head.

An enigma of endless possibility,
yet people can find joy in it,
You have to be in vitality,
and you won't be part of **the pit

The cool water lifts my spirits as it takes me away
I lose myself in melodious , rhythmic waves
My limbs curling and twirling with each swish
Bending and whirling with every swash
The water is with me, being good to me
Dancing and Harmonizing with my body.

I visit ocean, she always takes me for a joyride
I'm her favourite human, she never shows me wrath.
She carries me far away and then she brings me back to land.


Jan,2015.