Bi-Polar
cradling his head in my lap
he soaks us both with tears
he rocks slowly hands around me
crying aginst his fears
too much of him is paralyzed
reality is just too big
he hides until he can't
and
then
explodes with anguish and fear
There is no cure for this malady
a brain with crazy wires
a wise and gentle beautiful young man
chasing anxiety and fire
looking out at the world, afraid to go
to step out and be magnificent
cradling his head in my lap
tears mingle with tears
of this certain painful sorrow
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