Bipolar depression by Christine Seery

You shoved her away from your face
like you would an annoying nat.
He crushed her under the heel of his cowboy boot,
like he was putting out a smelly cigarette butt.
She ripped out her heart,
like she was studying a corpse.
They flayed the skin from her bones,
like she was a fish dinner.

Those travesties didn’t touch,
what bipolar depression did to her.
A few good days here and there,
filled with,
hope, optimism, and love.
The kind that melts your insides and makes you feel giddy.
She couldn’t stop smiling.
And why would she?
Oh that’s right.....
Her bipolar depression woke up.

Plunging her into the abyss,
like a sunken ship.
Bone rattling fatigue,
like a bear in hibernation.
Constant repeat of a negative voice,
like a broken record.
Being lost in the dark,
like a lone camper.
Everything comes crashing down,
like building blocks.

This sounds like the end.
But, heed my words,
fear not my friend.
There are good times ahead
On this perilous path.
But in her heart lies strength.
Compassion that will see her through.
She will persevere.

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