Bipolar
There was a day when my brain turned against me
thirsting for daily dose of medication.
My thoughts grew dim and every day more cloudy
as if in fear of some intimidation.
I fought against growing sense of agony
words eluding my desired ambition.
But the day came when the lights came back on
Words spewing forth in an unending ribbon.
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