I fear not the night anymore, but the silence that accompanies the sun.
I would enjoy waking to the moon instead… the stars my guide…
My erratic mood lulled by the moons tide.
The stars and night like a very close friend.
Instead, I follow the masses, wake by the sun,
With only a few hours to rest my weary head.
Depression has begun.
Too much time to dwell, anxiety to swell,
To beg for peace; to forget the times,
I have truly failed.
I want to run, be free… follow my heart…
To my loves.
I fear not the night anymore, but the silence…
that accompanies the sun.~
Going through not having custody of my children has always been very difficult for me. I battle severe depressions over all lifes precious moments I cannot get back.
Poetry helps me to tame the monster, it is a form of therapy for me… helps me create bipolar Order.