If I skip sleep or refuse to take my
meds against my doctor’s advice, I hear
radio-like sounds at night in my ear;
the sounds unhinge me as no one’s nearby
when I’m bipolar and I fail to comply
with doctors’ orders. It’s common, I fear–
that I’m committed two to three times a year;
it puts my whole life on total standby!
Life with my disorder is difficult;
but it also makes life a real challenge,
a test to beat and surmount–to exult
in when I face it and no longer cringe
from my disease as some unjust result
of fate that grimly has me on the fringe