I bow my head as twines of onyx hides my ruby face
All I feel is dread

A knot of thoughts swirling through my mind
I can’t stand being this kind

I am unable to breathe I can not let go
The angels I know

Are at war.

His eyes bore down on me
Coming at me like mace

Not even a trace
Of love in his eyes

I lose my angel wings one by one
They squander deep within the earth’s sun

The stench of putrid tar hides my scars
Doubt of truth

It has gone too far.

I glance up above and look for the celestial glow
But only darkness shows

I can not let go.

Blood fills my mouth from where I bit my tongue
Burning inside I can’t hold it in.

I shoot darts of black
Over and over at his back

I can not let go.

My knight in shining armour
Can no longer be charmed

I arose like a blaze

I said,

“It’s just a phase.”

He said,

“We are as good as dead.”

I hear that over and over in my head.

I can not let go.

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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.