Bipolar

It's been a rough week...

It's starting again...
The cycle.
The mania...
The high on life feeling,
The endless nights
And the constant stream of energy.
It's like being on top of the world,
Like everything makes sense
And nothing can bring you down.
Until the
crash.
Until one day you wake up,
And you can't force yourself out of bed.
Until you look at yourself in the mirror
And you hate the person staring back.
Until your arms and legs are covered in marks,
Marks of self harm that are filled with rage.
And then finally you realize everything may be okay.
And for a while,
You feel pretty stable and normal.
Until you feel it.
And the cycle begins again.

Reviews

[C. Rose]

Visually powerful contrast. Very cathartic.

My only suggestion is that "marks that signify self harm" feels too explanatory for a poem, and I suspect the reader already knew that the marks on the arms and legs in a poem named Bipolar have to do with self harm. I'd keep the "filled with rage" part of that line though. (Of course this simply is my opinion. You are the poet).

Well presented, Thanks for sharing :)

[JMaster1]

I know this so well ,
You placed it wonderfully

[highonwords]

sounds like getting on a roller coaster ride, with no brakes to stop the whole thing - the self-harm is really scary - i hope you're all right

steph

[Carl Drake Barnard]

When I first saw this I knew I had to read it! And I have To say I am So glad that I read it for it is one of those bittersweet pieces that captivates me and leaves me Utterly breathless well well done!
_ More on the piece self,You did a marvelous Job on getting the effects of Bipolar in it,the conflict it self between oneself especially! Good write lovely :)
-CDB