bipolar down

there's a curse

that some of us know

because we feel

we suffer

we lose control

of our emotions

and we cry

we surrender

we fall once more

in the same place

the same mistake

it's our kryptonite

to feel too much

to fall so deep

into darkness

and self-doubt

a place so cold

or too hot

that can freeze time

or melt it down

it's a labyrinth

where we get lost

it's a puzzle

without a piece

something inexplicable

like war or love

there are no words

to describe

a curse like this

a heavy burden

that's invisible

and private

but there's hope

we're still alive

still walking

because we care

we dream

and what's more important

we are not crazy

and we are not alone.

RGrasset