Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[bipolarbunny]

@Dimity @Shaz51 @rivergal @Meowmy @Mazarita @Judi9877 @Appleblossom @HenryX  And then there's the mania... xx

BB 🐰💙

Mania

Go faster, go faster, it chants in your head,

As the mania summons a wound full of dread,

You cannot control me, you cannot defeat,

The rage in your soul, never lets you retreat.

Talk louder, talker louder, your words are contrite,

No sense for the making, you’re caught in a fight,

Between madness and sanity, hope and despair,

You stare in the mirror, but find you’re not there.

Burn hotter, burn hotter, your anger a miss,

Still trapped between logic and treacherous bliss,

Your lies become legend, your truths become caught,

Between fact, between fiction, and every distort.

Move quickly, move quickly, there’s so much to do,

A world to be conquered, no sleep needed too,

You’re running on empty, there’s plenty of fuel,

For immaculate concepts, engaged in a duel.

Push harder, push harder, there’s no fear allowed,

When caught in the midst of this dangerous cloud,

Too wired to be cautious, too right to be wrong,

Every voice on the radio, weeping your song. 

Fall deeper, Fall deeper, you’re out of control,

You speed down the throat of that damn rabbit hole,

The brakes will not function, your mind will not halt,

Till you crash into pain with a thunderous jolt.

Cry softer, cry softer, the world doesn’t care,

You’re left in the dark with a blank empty stare,

The baton is handed from ego to shame,

There is no longer gifts of incredulous fame.

Stand slowly, stand slowly, be honest and true,

Misgivings are done, you have conquered the blue,

You’ll stumble and fall, then be risen in kind,

For that is the fate of an unbalanced mind. 

© BB - 09 Sep 2020

[bipolarbunny]

@greenpea For you my beautiful Pea, to let you know you're not alone. xxx

BB 🐰💙🥰

Struggle Is My Comfort Zone

Struggle is my comfort zone,

That’s just the way I roll,

I can’t do joy, I can’t do peace,

Cause pain ignites my soul,

I’ll never understand it,

But I live it every day,

Struggle is my comfort zone,

There is no other way. 

Struggle is my comfort zone,

I’m forged from hardened steel,

My life is complicated,

There’s no room to think or feel,

But still I battle onwards,

Where the war is fought at cost,

Struggle is my comfort zone,

Where mostly, I am lost.

Struggle is my comfort zone,

Somehow I disconnect,

From misery and treachery,

From hate and sheer neglect,

I bottle up the anger,

Trying not to let it breathe,

Struggle is my comfort zone,

My heart is on my sleeve.

Struggle is my comfort zone,

I yell, I curse, I scream,

My friends have all abandoned me,

I guess I’m not their scene,

Perhaps my illness was too loud,

They couldn’t hear my voice,

Struggle is my comfort zone,

I have no other choice. 

Struggle is my comfort zone,

It’s really do or die,

Exhausted by frustrations,

All I do is try and try,

To keep my soul from drowning,

In this tide of pain and fear,

Struggle is my comfort zone,

I’m sure that’s pretty clear.

Struggle is my comfort zone,

For years I’ve fought as one,

I’ve tried to do the best I can,

Sometimes I come undone,

By thoughts and feelings run amok,

A complicated mess,

Struggle is my comfort zone,

My heart is in distress.

Struggle is my comfort zone,

And yet another sees,

The hurt, the pain, the discontent,

The yearning to be free,

Not all is lost, for I have found,

A way to verbal through,

Struggle is my comfort zone,

But hope is with me too.

© BB - 09 Sep 2020

[greenpea]

@bipolarbunny  the part which says :

Struggle is my comfort zone,

I’m forged from hardened steel,

My life is complicated,

There’s no room to think or feel,

But still I battle onwards,

Where the war is fought at cost,

Struggle is my comfort zone,

Where mostly, I am lost

Is so true of pea.  Thank you for being pea's friend. xxxx

[bipolarbunny]

@greenpea Oh I love you my dear friend. I'm so glad you can find some comfort in my poetry. We are two pea bunnies in a pod! xxx

BB 🐰💙

[greenpea]

@bipolarbunny xx

[Appleblossom]

@bipolarbunny 

Paradox

Depression

Mania

Yes been there.  I find philosopher Alan Watts helpful and speaks a lot along those lines.

[Judi9877]

Hi @bipolarbunny I have just read some of your poems recently- Depression, Mania and Paradox- and once again, wow! I love how you can capture so many emotions and descriptions in your words and put them together in such a way that they make so much sense yet are so magical and meaningful at the same time. You truly are so talented and I do agree with everyone here that you should publish a book on your poetry. Have you thought of entering competitions for your work? You would seriously win a prize or 10 if I was a judge! Just something for you to consider maybe at least.

Keep up the marvellous work forumite friend. Please keep sharing as I would love to read more. Thank you once again.

Judi9877

[bipolarbunny]

@Judi9877 Thank you so much for your very kind words my friend. I'm so glad you can relate to my poems. It makes me feel less alone when people can identify with what I am saying. My tdoc is pushing for me to publish a book, I probably will eventually, for now I'm happy to share them here. I'm not sure I want to put them in a competition though. They are so personal to what I experience I'm not sure I want anyone judging that. 
My writing is another form of therapy for me and I'm happy to keep it that way and continue to share it with you all for now.
Take care my friend and have a beautiful evening xx

BB 🐰💙 

[bipolarbunny]

@Appleblossom Good to know I'm not alone. Take care my friend, have a wonderful evening xx

BB 🐰💙

[bipolarbunny]

@Shaz51 @Anastasia @Meowmy @HenryX @Dimity @Mazarita @rivergal @Appleblossom @Judi9877 @frog @Former-Member @Olga 

Hey my lovely friends. I wonder who can relate to this? Be well my friends xx

BB 🐰💙

Seven

Seven moods within a day,

All arguing to have their say,

Negotiations are contrite,

They’re bruising for another fight.

Seven voices in my head,

Each pantomimes a dose of dread,

A word cannot be gained nor lost,

My soul is trapped by aching frost.

Seven samurai in my soul,

Katanas poised with self control,

As sharp as desperation said,

Forsaking wounds, for which I’ve bled.

Seven passions in my heart,

But which to pick and where to start,

Is one more pressing than the rest,

I guess I’ll pick what serves me best.

Seven needs to calm my nerve,

Some magic pills held in reserve,

But zombie brain can be a curse,

Well never mind, I’ve handled worse.

Seven crashes in a year,

Bipolar is a bitch to steer,

But worry not for time’s spittoon,

Will wash me from my doom and gloom.

Seven verses in this prose,

My words are but a painted rose,

With colours bright to light the way,

My seven moods have washed away.

© BB - 20 Mar 2021