Nadir

Sleep escaped, Without a farewell, She had not the grace To aspire my light, She proved to be darker Than her gaze, Glaring, glowering, Glowing with madness, Bipolar’s destroyer – two sides of the coin Despair, dread, doubt – depression Delight, elation, wired – manic Stages of dark and light, Day and night, A breath, a prayer, a silence Flooded with fire – Cold, brilliant desire…. Where she kindles a flame, A feeling, a flavor Peppered with light, But pouring out – fight or flight, Willing the spirit to mute What is a glorious ruse. Nadir deceptions in the form Of acceptance, darkness and light, Fading into day, then night, Manic depression – bipolar like The questions That come to life When there is no prescription, Killing the sparklers Within my mind, within my brain Where bipolar is made From two pieces of a maze, A labyrinth who prays, For God’s healing touch, His endless grace, Overflowing my cup, bringing The chance to wake up From the sleeplessness that pursues Enemy of His truth, Insomnia, the ruse!