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Bipolar Tightrope High

Tightrope high…so precarious
So liquid gold smooth rushing through my veins
I am everyone; anyone; and no one
Don’t look down.

Seven levels of thought, like spinning plates on wobbling sticks
I am outside myself and can hear every noise, every conversation
Don't let them see.

Inside is constant analysis, repetition, spelling, counting, shaking
Darting eyes over words on paper; unsteady hands for writing
Don't move my lips.

Waiting for the voices, but building a barrier in case they come
I need to go…anywhere but here
Don't lose my nerve.

Don't lose my self.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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Date: 7/16/2010 11:07:00 PM
Congratesssssssss Your poem deserves this!!!!! Vrushani!!!
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Date: 7/16/2010 8:11:00 AM
Hi, Kelly. Not sure I understand the bipolar condition, but have enjoyed reading your piece. You have a definite way with words and style. Love, Dave
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Date: 7/14/2010 11:32:00 AM
Congrats on having your poem being featured on Poetry Soup home page this week, you are such a great talent. Please keep your poetry pen dancing to the lyrics of your heart. Be great and enjoy the honor. Have a lovely week. Love, Adeleke
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Date: 7/12/2010 9:57:00 AM
Congratulations on your poetry being featured this week Kelly. Love, Carol
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