With my cup held high
I look beyond the sunshine
Feelings of this cannot
Sustain this trip
Overstuffed my grey travel bag, brimming at the seams
I put everything I had in there
Even my ghosts and those with hollow eyes
that I see in my dreams
Fearless and full of bliss
I pack more in
But it didn’t last
Mistakes were made
I can’t handle this place
My grey travel bag ripped at the seams
When I tried to stuff more in.
Broken, broken (I have fallen in)
No where to go
I must pack again
Tucked away and in a hide
I slowly see the world as it goes by
28 days they say
But much more if you haul through
So very very sure I said bye to those ghosts and the ones with the hollow eyes
I am well on my way
To freedom, I have begun to feel
Freedom falls from a beckoning call
Oh no, I know this place,
This one a different town
I have travelled so far
I know where it began
It wasn’t part of my plan
I looked beyond the sunshine.
I am on a very long trip
Stuffed my grey travel bag again
After a stitch or two
Staring down at me once again
Those hollow eyes and ghosts too
I don’t need a lecture
I know what I need to do
I just need a safe place to hide.
Freedom, Freedom is waiting inside.
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.