Illusions

Dripping darkness, doubt, despair Melancholy, secrets kept From the heart who knows only To breathe and believe, to see What is good and kind and alive To give – what is moral, upright, polite Like the miracle of angels passing by On the way to spread grace, faith That bends the way the dread Presses in on the feelings, evokes Fear that prevents the heart’s mending River roars, restful, remaining Reciting the serenity prayer, verses Stirring silence from the past, Preparing wisdom to find the truth The hues of joy – the wonders Promises pouring from the safety Beneath wings, faded petals, praises Aware of the tender thanks, the Amazing generosity of the lost hope, The feelings blended with frosty Mornings, passive notes – songs Calming the spirit who is so aware When the moon falls behind the sun As darkness fades into the summer Where reassuring warmth plunges the Thoughts between images of hope And inspiration to soothe the soul, to grow Flowers beneath a gentling rainfall, nourishing Nurturing, reducing the storm’s voice As it mingles with the rich, cool earth in a song Oak and pine embrace the sky, abiding High where there is the knowing, the yearning For a tomorrow who listens to the winds – As they shatter the desolation – a tear Falls silently, quiet as a bipolar’s generational Disease – shouting through the mood Swinging in manic misery and shadows Depressing gloom, swaying in the afternoon It is the disease that colors the morning Releasing whispers – sighs of doubt Discouragement, dismay, darkening details Discovered amid the wretchedness, desolate Paltry echoes of emptiness in the thoughts Who remember only the need, the hardships The demands of poverty who reaches Through the constant worry into the pieces Memories, puzzling insecurities and suspicion Remembering to reveal the longings A feeling, emotional and mentally Drawn into the heavy Heartbeat of lost dreams, missing peace Erased by the roaring ache of the darkness Abiding inside the mind of one who knows Bipolar disorders brings death to life, signs Souls with casualties called relationships, Friends and family – fatalities fresh in the heart Who knows what it means to never leave The courtyard of uncertainty where the disease Is a fog leaving out all the color, the shades of light Obscured by the shadows, the silhouettes Who know only to listen to the mania – the anonymous Kiss from an illness that never feels very real It is the touch of madness – aggravating the stillness With a vicious quest for satisfaction – breathless And filled with prayers for renewal from this darkness