I feel often that I am just an
embyro, an egg never hatched. The little I know of life has kept me alive and I
am thankful, but yet I am so blind to so much. The dangers I don’t know
sometimes overwhelm me with fear. When I look into the horizon, I see a vast
ocean of knowledge, but the further out to sea I swim, more dangers lurk.
Though there are sharks around me, I just breathe and float. If I could be any age in life, I would
the age of love, a time of pain lost.
I look over to the sun rising.
I don’t have to swim in darkness. I can break free from this shell. I
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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