The hot pungent syrup invading her throat
Freedom, courage and losing witts
She couldn’t stay within a pace
The warm glow in her chest
Feeling fearless
With the slight numbing of her brain
Dance dance dance
It’s when she dances the best
Full of lust
Full of bliss
Taking a big chance
She is in a trance
Trouble trouble up ahead
Regrets fears and ill romance
The storm seeps in
Nowhere to go
Smashing hating
She has made mistakes
Spiralling down till there is no escape.
Desperate desperate to be out of this place
Promise promise, just one last drink.
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Christie F.
Welcome to my blog. I have been journal writing for years. I took a course in Creative writing and found I enjoy writing short stories and poetry. I write more when I am hypomanic or manic.
I went into Rehab for Alcohol Addictions and have been sober for fourteen years.
Shortly after I quit drinking I was diagnosed with Bipolar 2, I have since been diagnosed with Bipolar 1.
I enjoy talking about my story, for people to learn or relate. I try and have a healthy lifestyle and try to use my coping strategies. Life is just too boring without Bipolar, it is a blessing but yet sometimes a curse.
I am currently working on a book and dream of publishing one day.
I am so excited to have found Wordpress.
This is my new adventure.
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