Reality is a crime in the mind,
You don”t give a damn who you leave behind.
This is what bipolar disorder
Does to the natural order.
You”re a hero, a messiah and one of fame.
No one can deter you from this claim.
To dance; to draw; to write; to paint
It”s all yours as you”re the reborn saint.
But wait… It stops and smashes you down.
Now you”re nothing more than a turned around clown.
No voice; no color; no gust.
A book on a shelf glazed in dust.
Your story and journey has no end
Cold darkness, your only friend.
Wasting away in a clammy space,
You MUST believe in a saving grace.
She will whisk you away without a shadow of a doubt
In faith, love and hope…
Your innocence forever free, you”re worth the fight!