Wings of a (Fallen) Angel

In the fables In the tales  Their beauty unsurpassed Ivory feathers serve as wings  Gliding higher Surveying our earth beneath  How we longed to fly  Not merely gliding  But soaring towards heavens above  Oh, but lovely arrogance I found a way Like Icarus before I fashioned my own wings  Ebony, tip to tip, they shimmer in between  I climbed to the very top of the mountain  On the edge of that cliff, I jumped.  Fears overcame my logic I did not trust the current lifting me higher  I did not see the perfect glimmer of a night sky I did … Continue reading Wings of a (Fallen) Angel

Running in Wonderland

Deep in slumber I fall… Down Alice’s rabbit hole Thru the looking glass I’ve taken a potion or two To get thru the day Now the mirror is shattered Seven years of bad luck and a thousand reflections greet me  Now that I’m here in this Wonderland  I run through the mist Running, each night Running.  I never find what I long for That comfort I seem to crave  The curling fog of Wonderland  Swirls round the dancing grave  I take another potion  To make the climb back out  The rabbit hole behind the iron gate  Lovely marble stones abound  … Continue reading Running in Wonderland

Stars

It’s 2 o’clock In the morning. Thump.         Thump.                 Thump. Goes my heart. I inhale sharply No breath reaches inside Burning ache fills my chest Air is replaced with tears They drown me from the inside out I told you once, when I am sad … My blue eyes turn gray. In these early morning hours, they are the color of steel I struggle to think Were the memories real I needed something to feel I walked outside From the whiter shade of pale My skin turned pink from the cold I dared look up to Heaven It was … Continue reading Stars

Midnight Quiet

A few moments are midnight… Everyone is asleep except for myself. I attempt to wile away my insomnia with television, books, and social media. Surprise, none of it works. In the bitter cold of January, it’s more than the air outside that has a bite to it. This is the time of year my depression is in fine form, out for all to see. Amid the aftermath of tinsel and twinkle lights, a darkness settles I cannot shake. But for all the beautiful pills I consume morning after morning simply to keep me alive in this sickness, I’d have faded … Continue reading Midnight Quiet

Blind Man

You’re a blind man Struggling to find your way In a world full of darkness In your ear you hear her siren song But my dearest She is terribly off key Listen as you ought She can never shine next to me But you don’t see my light do you dear In the cold where you live Yo u are blinded by your own struggle Open your eyes And you see into mine Remember this moment The night you saw your ice princess burn Continue reading Blind Man

A Night Like This…

The day begins. It is bright with sunshine and it smells like sweet grass. The hours pass by in my manic blur. All I recall is happiness before the dusk settles in and night falls. The night brings sticky, humid air. It’s dark with too much silence in my world. Inside my mind, the wheels turn and I start to think. When you rise to a feeling of euphoria only to crash moments later as an overwhelming anguish settles in, thinking takes on a new meaning. I analyze every word of every conversation I had that day, that week, even … Continue reading A Night Like This…

Fade To Black…

Erratic. Loud. Amazing. Callous. Cold. Spoiled. Beautiful. Manic. Crazy.   These words have been used to describe me, label me, and judge me. When one does not understand something, the first instinct is to attempt to classify it into something comprehensible. The labels were an attempt to position me into a niche I simply do not fit. In essence, I am a circle trying to fit into a square. During my teen years, I flew from wild thought to wild thought. Onto my next manic adventure, I chose love as my high of choice. The first infatuation was a euphoria … Continue reading Fade To Black…

For What It’s Worth …

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There’s no time limit, stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same, there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you’re proud of. If … Continue reading For What It’s Worth …

Catching Up

Before I was diagnosed as bipolar, I had the benefit of the doubt. Perhaps I was having a bad day, I was just moody, I some up on the wrong side of the bed. I had an excuse for being extremely happy and then despondently sad. My excuses were my security. As it evolved, it went from a bad day to a bad decade. I sometimes miss those excuses. I am still learning about my triggers, trying different medicine, and taking it one day at a time. As it stands, I cannot differentiate between spiralling into depression or simply having … Continue reading Catching Up