Bring Me Home

What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume So you can feel this presence; my presence Even after I inevitably leave Profound in my apology to thee Destined to become absent From life’s apparent joys I step aside from your podium To be alone; to be coy An illness, I’m told Of the body, soul and mostly mind One minute I’m ecstatic The next, uncontrollably static Born with it, I was Control over it, I’ve never had So when I leave Make me one promise To not forget And never leave You must bring me home Until when, my perfume will have to be Not to be Miles asunder Don’t give up on my fleet Bring me home to thee *This poem is about those who suffer from Bipolar Disorder and how they are benefitted from a strong support system.