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Bipolar Poem | Delusional

I prefer delusional
Drunken ledge
Unusual
Silken smell
Of faint familiar
Rescue me from
Solid pillars

Crushed beneath
The girth of strength
Holding dull
Our souls
At length.

Please
Don’t leave me
Here alone
Where feelings
Dreamed
Awakened
Stone.

bipolar poem
Bipolar Poem

Poetry helps us express soaring and sorrow

This bipolar poem expresses how it feels to live between delusion and delight. Senses are awakened when one experiences hypomania or mania. Your sense of smell, sensitivity to feelings, and attunement to dreams are all heightened.

But this keen and often overwhelming sense of awareness leaves you to wonder when you’ll wake up from being drunk on insights and spiritual enlightenment. With bipolar, you fear that once you wake up, the weight of judgement will crush you. It’s likely the sense of dullness you feel after coming down, will prove your delusion, you think.

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In a way, mania is a betrayal of who we are when it’s a normal day. A normal day betrays the vivid dreams we dreamed when our brain was shooting on all circuits.

Our fear is that others will betray us too, because we’re too unpredictable.

How can we maintain our sense of self when we’re unsure who we’ll be on any given day? Can we trust the relationships we begin in our moment of “enlightenment?” Is it possible to believe our prophecies when God no longer seems near?

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Is our fate always to be abandoned? At the least, we should accept our insights and appreciate our ability for attunement. Let us not betray our sense of self-worth by only focusing on the damage our mental condition has done. What feelings have you brought back to life for someone who was once dull? How have you opened another’s eyes to what lies beyond the tangible? Your burden is your gift. Resurrection follows your cross. You are not alone.

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LoveLifeLinks.com understands the vulnerability of bipolar–living on the ledge between delight and delusion.

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