My bipolar episode

Murky thoughts swim against the tide Drowning in a dark whirlpool of ideas and illusions What is fantasy when reality is never clear Salty oceans sting the wounds of self destruction While the holy water purifiers my soul Moments of both tangled emotions purge extremes Confused what it all means The mist vaporous energy raises

Hurt

The people closest to me are the ones who have hurt me the most, caused the most emotional and physical damage. I imagine that’s the same for some people. Tonight I had a flashback of an incident involving my father abusing us, verbally threatening to kill me or one of my siblings when we were

Overcome the dissolution

Looking at my desires, unaware of its manifestations Reeping what is sown The heart set on the admirer What unfolds? Desires unfulfilled, pain and hurt consumes Clear the murky cobwebs Spring clean my soul, mind and heart Make way for the gift of abundance from universe Nourishment will hold

Beneath the heavens

Love froze in my heart by the dormant mother imposed. The body lies still beneath the cold Winter’s snows. Silence exposed, silence erodes, secrets whisper cry dark sorrows. So somber my soul, so empty my heart, watery orbs streams my harrows. Who lays at the grave, who avoids all fear. Underneath the cold baron earth