Bipolar Poetry

Bipolar Poetry

Taken from a very inspiring website, the following poem describes a sufferers’ experience of mania.

My body is weary,

But my mind can’t stop

Flashes – bright – white – hot,

Swift, intense, flying,

Arcing, shimmering, shuddering,

Fight their way out.

An idea zips in,

I try to pin it down,

But - fast – flash –

And away, it is gone.

Another comes, and another,

and another, and another.

Piling up, rushing, hurling, fleeting –

I wonder what happens when –

I bet no one’s thought of that –

I think I’ll try –

And music, delicate, beautiful, ethereal,

Every instrument’s song

Distinct, clear, crystal-sharp,

Like the voice of God.

I lift my face, feel the floating light close.

The notes flit through darkened sky,

Dipping, soaring, glittering fusion –

Pale pink, silver, warm gold, bright

And bursting yellow-blue-white....

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