Two Bipolar Poems

Sometimes in life
There are periods
Of massive discomfort.
Nothing seems bearable,
Nothing makes sense,
Everything twirls around
Like a carousel
As your head tries
To make decisions
But nothing is right.
Replaying each option
Always some good
Then there is bad.
They try to explain
There is no right
And no wrong
Only choices with
Consequences that vary.
My hear wants law.
My head legalism,
But it is not
The way of God:
Freedom for the Captives.
My brain agonizes
With the grace
Of this truth.







Chemicals race through my veins.
Too many to count them all.
They have crazy side effects
That makes me want to stop
This chemical dependency
That I have been forced into.
But the alternative is worse:
Depression, Mania, Psychosis
I cannot bear life
Without these psychotropics.
I wonder how other think.
How they feel and decide.
What their emotions are like.
As for me, I seem unable
To free myself of this roller coaster
Unable to think with clarity
To decide from sanity or insanity.
I want a manual for life.
Trying to gain information, knowledge
In some feeble attempt
To make sense of the cycles.
Even this vary act seems futile,
Why can’t I just let go?