Shattered Minds

The physical can be mended but the memories it leaves you with, haunts you for eternity. On Bipolar Disassociation

Like shards of a mirror,
each reflection distinct.
Your mind lies in tatters,
yet it somehow stays linked.

The sound of it breaking,
still rings loud in your ears.
All the thoughts in your head,
crying out, breeding fears.

As the glass cuts you deep,
and the blood starts to flow.
So too do the pieces,
of a mind, you don't know.

Singing out in one voice,
while your' sweeping the floor.
Like twisted creations
that you just can't ignore.

Your reflection restored,
having bandaged the pain.
Your thoughts always linger,
like a broken refrain.

Reviews

[Aphy!]

wow. Brilliant poem. Amazing words. Really enjoyed reading this!
"As the glass cuts you deep,
and the blood starts to flow.
So too do the pieces,
of a mind, you don't know."
Loved this stanza. And also the last one.
It just sort of wrapped everything up.

Well done and thanx for sharing

Aphy

[Carbon Muse]

I'm glad you enjoyed it ^_^

Thanks for stopping by and commenting :)

[SuspectGray]

I wrote one myself on this topic...care to read it?

[SuspectGray]

Okay...I love it. First of all thanks for taking the time to write a poem that rhymes. Second, thanks for the easy flowing message that makes its point without any heavy handed refrains. Enjoyed ( : O )

[unfathomd]

The rhyming scheme is great.. every poem of yours have got different themes and elements entirely different from the rest.. Keep up the great work.. Now, time to read your story ;)

[Carbon Muse]

Thanks ^_^ It means a lot to hear that :)

[Scriber]

As a traumatic brain injury survivor, including a stroke, this one rings so true. "The sound of it breaking still rings loud in your ears"... oh man, you nailed it.

[Carbon Muse]

Thank you ^_^

Whether through physical trauma or chemical imbalance, not having full control over one's mind is not something I would wish even onto my worst enemy. It deprives you of your self worth as you are constantly wary of loosing control over your own actions.

[dan]

CM, I am bipolar and there are countless times I wish to be gone, to unplug myself from this world and plug into my own. I was diagnosed at 11 years old, and most of my friends back then were imaginary because my real ones just didn't seem to get me figured out and I often could not understand a word they said. Your poem spoke to me in ways that just seemed to fit. Very nicely done! take care...dan

[Carbon Muse]

Thank you dan!

I know what you mean. I was always the "wierd one" at school, until I flunked maths and ended up in technical college instead where I kinda fit right in as no one is really "normal" there. It affects so many areas of our lives and I have always thought that knowing sooner would have been so much easier. During the period where I transitioned from public school to college, they just thought me depressed due to the obvious shame in failing at mainstream education. In my early twenties, they started realising something else was wrong and that rehashing my past and drudging up old pains didn't make any difference what so ever. I had no explanation for my depression. They eventually diagnosed me with Bipolar at 26 when I started to "derail" more and more frequently. How they explained it is that I fall on the major depressive side of the scale and the depression was masking my mania and all those other yummy things.

Thank you for the review and I'm glad you could relate to it!

[Rita L. Sev]

Some well-crafted metaphor and deep emotion here, CM. Whatever our personal demons, it is wise not to ignore them...

[Carbon Muse]

Your absolutely right.

The problem with the disorder is that at times it has neither rhyme nor reason ... unintentional pun there ... and at times, causes unrealistic and unwarranted doubts and fears making you see demons where there was none to begin with, or making you drudge up demons that has long since been laid to rest.

Thank you for the thoughtful comments, it is much appreciated :)

[Bear]

Philosophically sound mentally intriguing and spiritually hopeful, you said it all. Bravo! Clap! Clap! Clap!

[Carbon Muse]

* Takes a modest bow *

You are too kind, thank you :)

[Insight "MH"]

Like shards of a mirror,
each reflection distinct.
Your mind lies in tatters,
yet it somehow stays linked. "I love this one the most"


The metaphors in the poem are so brilliantly put to give a clear feel of that state of mentality.

Insight.

[Carbon Muse]

Thank you ^_^ I am glad you enjoyed it and I was able to portray it faithfully.

Thank you for reading and reviewing :)

[Insight "MH"]

You are mostly welcome.^_^

[Zugzwang]

I've heard of dissociative disorder, and imagine it's very tough to live with. I wish you the best on your journey toward peace.

[Carbon Muse]

Thank you. We all have our demons. These are considered as my "lesser evils" apparently, lol. So I just have to grin and bear it ;)

[Zugzwang]

Yep, I know all about demons.