How can I rest When time resides outside my door? A year passed and you're still a guest And the ashes of the bed you set on fire Are still all over the floor.
Memorizing your details, The triggers and the fails Is as marvelous as victory As wholesome as writing history.
Your wires trap my mind And time pokes at me as I fall behind Restless, paranoid and blind Every time you show up I call it a disater But I always swallow my fright Because you're not a monster You're not a demon even though you bite. You're not a test and a not a present Could be a difficult friend that's somehow pleasant.
Now we sleep side by side And every night we stare at the moon You whisper, "You're just as phenomenal." It's good for my pride "You're divine and astral." We giggle together and you turn hominal I feel bad it's almost fun But a kiss with a a fist is better than none.
My wounds open and in comes the light Embracing every emotion, Repeating it's alright. It is true I am still as bright. My mom thinks my fractured beauty is tragic But I am powerful and I radiate magic.
Every night I forgive you We dance together and I sing to you "Could I too be forgiven After I gave life to you?"
I have learned that the best way to get in terms with a problem is to talk to it, so I'm talking to my bipolar disorder in this poem. I wrote this poem exactly one year after I got diagnosed with bipolar disorder. It describes my experience with manic and depressive cycles and how I accepted my illness and embraced all of me.