Writing As A Form Of Therapy

[bipolarbunny]

@HenryX Hey my friend it's always great to hear from you. I'm glad you can identify with my work, it humbles me that you find it a vehicle to explore your own emotions. Thank you so much for sharing that with me. I can definitely relate to what you are saying in regards to dealing with people. Unfortunately face to face I'm not good. I'm more articulate on paper or keyboard, in person I'm an introvert who turns into a jibbering mess. And I cannot handle confrontation, I fall to pieces. I guess that's why I'm a poet. I internalise and that's fodder for the pen. I hope you are doing better my friend, sending you some big virtual hugs! xxx

BB 🐰💙

[Anastasia]

I love your poems @bipolarbunny, thank you for sharing 🙏💕

@HenryX @HenryX @greenpea @Former-Member @Appleblossom Hello also to you all, Apple I loved your piece as well. Pea, I wasn't aware of your upcoming admission. I will keep you in my thoughts sweetie. I hope it proves to be exactly the help you are searching for 🤞🙏🌷

Hugs to all 😃

[greenpea]

@Anastasia  Thanks Anastasia I was gradually going through and letting people know as when it happens I will be away from the forms for a few weeks. Didnt want people to think I had just disappeared.  Hope you are well my lovely Anastasia and that life is treating you kindly.  Love peaxxx

[Anastasia]

I understand Pea, it would be good to get your meds sorted so you don't have those dreaded tremors. My Boy is in there at present really hope his meds get sorted and it helps this time @greenpea 🙏

[greenpea]

@Anastasia  does your boy get tremors too? it is so hard for you I know this year xxx

[Anastasia]

Yes @greenpea he has and it got so bad at one stage he had toxicity.

He no longer has the med mix that caused them but he still has a little permanent twitch and if he doesn't drink enough notices tremors in his hands 😔

[StuF]

@bipolarbunny 

...wow!

I've not read the whole thread yet of course!

But @bipolarbunny you are amazing! I need to trawl further to see other's works...

Thanks for sharing!

[StuF]

@bipolarbunnyI realsied late that if I wanted bipolarbunny to see this, @-ing wouldn't hurt 🙂

Since I outed myself as an alleged poet, I've decided to take the plunge and post my latest poem. I won't do too much of a preamble. It was inspired by the 'shock jocks' and 'click bait' that seem to permeate modern life...

Shock Bait

Some outrageous proclamations

Take the courage of the obstinate

So assured of their rightful place

In the halls of legacy

This path of most resistance

Leads to wilful ignorance

A desperate declaration

Of an alternate reality

Where facts are ripe for dispute

And opinions can be truths

When volume is a measure of worth

More valued than veracity

Seeds planted by suspicion

Then fertilised with our doubts

Bloom into a full-grown hate:

A harvest rich in influence

The time is nigh for quietude

An immersion in reflection

A pool as deep as it is old

Wherein silence salves our battered souls

[bipolarbunny]

@StuF Nice work my friend I like it!

I really feel for this generation growing up with the ugly side of social media. Click bait and keyboard Warriors who bully and spread hate with complete anonymity, autonomy and without fear of consequence. As much advancement as technology has brought us, I think it's set the human race back a hundred years in some respects. 
BB 🐰💙

[bipolarbunny]

@greenpea @Anastasia @Appleblossom @Former-Member @Shaz51 @StuF @Dimity @Judi9877 @Meowmy @Mazarita @frog @eth @rivergal @TideisTurning 
Anyone else feel like they are in a perpetual cycle of grief?

Grief

The first stage of grief,

Is a consummate thief,

That robs you of visions you sought,

It’s straight out the gate,

With denial of fate,

That poisons your rational thought.

The second stage burns,

As intensity yearns,

To ravage the depth of your soul,

It’s fiery hot,

Just an anger besot,

Hell bent on consuming you whole.

The third stage of grief,

Has you asking the chief,

Please summon a bargain with me,

My hand on my heart,

I’ll shoulder my part,

If you set all my agony free.

The fourth stage is such,

You feel it’s too much,

Depression invades every cell,

You cannot partake,

Your bitter heartache,

Has you lost in a merciless spell. 

The final and fifth,

Is accepting the myth,

That hurt goes away for all time,

But I know the truth,

Pain’s stolen my youth,

Now it fuels all my rhythm & rhyme.

© BB - 24 May 2021