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Bipolar Skies:

Leaves of green
Don't stay on this scene,
Skies of blue
Don't remain with you.
As the stranger steps in,
Depression begins,
Leaves of red
Burning in my head,
Skies of grey
Will always fade away,
Returning they shall
To take you back to hell.
Leaves of white
In winter's delight,
Bipolar skies
With their downs and highs,
The stranger within
Always knows how to win.
/|\

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Kim Rodrigues

January 16, 2017 at 5:47 PM

My relative has bipolar. Your description defines the pain. Great write.

Paloma P

January 4, 2017 at 5:38 AM

I'm not bipolar or at least haven't been diagnosed as such. :) Still, I can relate to those ups and downs of life's distorted sense of humor. Well done, I've missed you!

White Wolf

January 4, 2017 at 5:51 AM

Hi, Paloma! Only just popped my head up today! Was down for a lot longer than wanted to be, but hey, having a good day today. And I've missed you too sweetness /|\

Morgen Farmer

December 30, 2016 at 1:05 AM

As always a wonderful piece of work, thanks for sharing Rick. Always a voice for those suffering from this illness, that is very admirable.

Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

December 27, 2016 at 3:00 AM

I love this!

Jan Allison

December 25, 2016 at 3:49 PM

Having read your poem I can only begin to imagine what it is like for any sufferer of this condition the amazing highs and the crashing lows:-( hugs jan xx

CayCay Godwin

December 21, 2016 at 9:56 AM

It has to be hell to be bipolar. I think your imagery is emphatic along those lines, the shifting, the changing, the roller coaster trip thru heaven and hell - and NONE of them your choosing. This is the first poem I've read on the topic of bi-polar, but I have long tried to imagine because after decades of drug use, it turned out my brother is bi-polar and has been self medicating since his teens. Your poem moved me and enlightened me. Life with this illness is quite a challenge ... CayCay

White Wolf

December 21, 2016 at 4:32 PM

As long as we stay on our medication we are fine! But I do miss the manic episodes! Ha. Thanks for your comment, CayCay /|\

Chris Green

December 21, 2016 at 5:51 AM

In everything there are highs and there are lows. Like the Sinatra song, "Riding high in April, shot down in May" But, there is always one high we can keep tucked away for that seemingly non-ending rainy day...you are correct, it is always inside of us. Nicely expressed mood swings Rick.

White Wolf

December 21, 2016 at 4:28 PM

Thanks, Chris /|\

Nette Onclaud

December 21, 2016 at 4:03 AM

life's polarity scribed in a most splendid, unique way, rick.. huggs

White Wolf

December 21, 2016 at 4:26 PM

Thank you, Nette /|\

Darren White

December 20, 2016 at 11:51 PM

Gaining a sort of balance always comes at a cost. And some of the color gets lost... But oh, if only you can avoid that down state. This is a wonderful poem Rick, so few lines and you covered all of the rainbow, the whole spectrum.

White Wolf

December 21, 2016 at 1:45 AM

Thanks a bunch, Darren /|\

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