the essence of Bipolar poetically spoken.

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As with most things, life can be put to song or words of writing and to poetry. Sometimes, to truly feel the heart, one puts their feelings into poetic form just to feel it flow from their heart in a different way. I have written a book on the poetic side of being Bipolar and of lifes happenings. Things that created me and things that surrounded me. I will share some with you. they are the intimate side and the openness and honesty of innocence taken. Feel free to add... Even Angels Wont Dare! My mornings all start out the same every day I wake and I write down the reasons to stay Still tired from sleep that almost didn't come I write half asleep and feel my fingers go numb Confused as to whetherI am happy or I am sad wondering if this day will turn out good or bad I think "damn I made it through another night whether that's a good thing in my mind I will fight This Bipolar brain of mine is waking real slow as I drift off to places even Angels won't go The dark places I will go throughout my day will help me decide if I should go or should stay I wanted to walk you through my day so you'd know I hope you will follow me where the Angels wont go I will struggle to do all the chores there are to do perhaps they will be easier since today I have you We will wash some of the dishes from last nights sup you can walk here with me as I try hard to clean up We will go to the store but you will have to watch me Sometimes around people I get confused and just freeze I might suddenly become a scared and confused man please be an Angel if you will and take hold of my hand Now listen as I tell you in a whisper that is so low lead me gently from this place where even Angels won't go We will laugh just a little and even smile now and then but somewhere in this day the darkness will come again If you'll be patient with me and treat me with tenderness I will give you the best of me for I can Never give less This evening perhaps we will watch something on the T.V. then I will play my guitar and sing a bit so you can see I am an author and I am a poet and I'm a song-writer too I will give it my all to write a love song just for you Now it's past midnight and I think it's time that I show the place that I have talked about where Angels won't go Look at the little boy who is very sad and so afraid who remembers the wrong done to him like it was yesterday A babysitter scares him then crawls in his bed with a lie saying if he touches her and she smiles,the monster will die She reached down and did things that at seven he didn't know no one came to save him so it must be where Angels won't go Can you see what she's doing to him and he is doing to her do you feel his fear and take into your soul all his hurt Finally I drift off in your arms into a restless sleep please stay and say a prayer that my soul heaven keeps You have walked me and experienced my day so now you know a battle I fight each day to avoid...where even Angles won't go Alone In A crowd... Surrounded by loved ones that look down at me tears flowing freely,some fall to their knees Just three short days ealier I said my goodbyes writing them each a letter asking them not to cry For what seemed like a lifetime I felt out of place longing to be crowded and yet so wanting my space Never certain enough to even make up my own mind three short days ago I left this world behind Seeking only some peace and some heavenly release I thought if I died that this sorrow would cease The words that are spoken,"He was alone in a crowd" I know now to late just how silence can be loud Seeing their tears and all the sadness I have caused my Dante's Inferno is all their cries I can not pause Thinking that by leaving I could escape all this pain there's no worse pain than seeing loved ones cry in the rain But wait...what is this... can this really be so was I just dreaming again, did I really not go Another day of living, another day for me to try Maybe if just stay in the crowd... I won't need to die... there are so many more... Darrel