A letter to Sylvia Plath

Confessional poem.

I too, in the mirror image of you, have  been bestowed a gift of pride and joy 

Wrapped in pretty things like ribbon and lace.

A sheer delight.

So they say.

Chaos crashing in my mind

Drowning out any peace

Flooding the ground with sweat, blood, and tears

The hollowed eyed men spoke to me too.

Bore a hole right through my skull

Venomous words deafening my ears

I scream, there is no sound

My heart has been ripped out not by one but by two as I also mourn baby number two.

They haunt the days and torture in the nights

No escape

No way out

But I fight and fight and fight some more

Stubborn as a mule, it doesn’t knock me down

Wings surround me there is grace

Engulfing me in the sun’s rays

I am not frozen anymore

A sheer delight.

I picked up my soul and held it tight 

and I shattered the reflection that once held us close.

I am not like you anymore

I will not have the same fate.

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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.