Light – a poem

Even in my darkest episode,
I see a glimmer of light.
It’s the forebode,
of some release and delight.
People don’t understand it,
why am I EXCITED one day,
and DEPRESSED the next?
Bear with a bipolar,
through your dismay,
he can never look normal and relaxed.
It’s like his powered by solar,
energy flowing through his system,
causing mayhem,
when his gift fails him.
If the batteries run out,
emotional drought
sinking away in the dark,
remembering faintly that sparkle of light.


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