Trapped in a wormhole that keeps replaying , like the music
in my head, I can feel it repeating every time but can’t pause the show or the
spinning in my mind. I live on a physical world and with it comes a physical
pain, a pain too great to keep me moving down here yet not strong enough to
keep me from that spiritual plane, the one that leads directly to you. I cannot
always see you, hear you, touch you, but I know you are there and you are real.
I’ve felt you fill me before, a glimpse of true life, true love with no anger,
sadness, or worry and most of all no pain. I step among the fallen and I suffer
because I am just like them – broken, beaten, and too far from your touch so
that my fingers keep slipping through your hands and I feel myself sliding
down, down into replay mode but I just call to you and I know, I know you are
right there and holding me patiently through it all. Lucky me. What I wouldn’t
give to be in sync with you, full of love, of joy and giving it to all who ask
and even those who don’t. And though I often slip and fall, get tangled in the
blankets of darkness and knowing evermore that I’ve had this dream before which
is sometimes sweet but sometimes scary. I know there is a reason for it all and
I trust you. I do. And I always will.
“Lunacy” comes from the moon, Who cycles through brilliance and darkness Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed Opposites not so well harnessed Who cycles through brilliance and darkness? The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Opposites. Not so well harnessed As she thought, her brain gives reason the slip The girl who sits in bed, wrestling with Her body, depressed, her thoughts manic. As she thought, her brain gave reason the slip And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic. Her body depressed her thoughts. Manic Lunacy comes from the moon And gives the gift of life in a dreamlike panic Bipolarity’s patterns are not so easily assumed
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