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As I straddle the line between the highs and lows I find myself wondering when I will start to feel better The highs, so euphoric and freeing are always too good to be true They never last, no matter how much they light up my world Reckless and bold, I feel invincible Racing thoughts too fast to even grab hold of there is no time to overthink No other feeling quite encapsulates this I dream of staying in this place but the highs, so euphoric and freeing are always too good to be true Faster than I can comprehend, I am now falling back down to that dark place Slamming to the bottom so hard that my body feels too heavy to move I never see them coming, but the lows always return Gripping despair consumes my thoughts The brightness has now been replaced by such thick fog it robs my sight of any way forward There is no euphoria here, only hopelessness I never see them coming, but the lows always return Up and down, up and down the cycle endlessly continues...
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Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
Up and Down
As I straddle the line between the highs and lows I find myself wondering when I will start to feel better The highs, so euphoric and freeing are always too good to be true They never last, no matter how much they light up my world Reckless and bold, I feel invincible Racing thoughts too fast to even grab hold of there is no time to overthink No other feeling quite encapsulates this I dream of staying in this place but the highs, so euphoric and freeing are always too good to be true Faster than I can comprehend, I am now falling back down to that dark place Slamming to the bottom so hard that my body feels too heavy to move I never see them coming, but the lows always return Gripping despair consumes my thoughts The brightness has now been replaced by such thick fog it robs my sight of any way forward There is no euphoria here, only hopelessness I never see them coming, but the lows always return Up and down, up and down the cycle endlessly continues...
I've been trying to find the words to describe life with Bipolar 1. I still don't feel I've quite touched on what it means to me, but figure this is a start
Jaxipop
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Dec 23, 2019
Dec 23, 2019 at 8:54 AM UTC
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