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#OCTPOWRIMO: Every day for one month I’ll collect inspiration from here and write/post a poem here. You can too!
PROMPT: The Prompt: Choose a social issue that is important to you for your poem today. What calls your attention? Write from either a very individual and personal perspective or from a broad and global one.
Word Prompt: Social Issues
I could have gone on and one for this prompt. In the end I chose this poem, which I admit to writing a while back, although there were edits. I wanted to do the prompt justice but ran out of time to do so today.
I have bipolar disorder, as did my brother and as does my sister and niece. If you don’t know what that is like, read on. This is a conversation between someone with BD and their psychiatrist.
Today I am so wonderful, so powerful am I.
If I step off this building, I know that I could fly.
God blessed only me like this, with such astounding grace.
Such mental agility and such a pretty face.
Don’t tell me that I’m suffering, I know you don’t know me
I’m all you hope to understand, and all you hope to be.
Anything I want to have, I know it will be mine.
All your fears of illness are simply out of time!
Today I am so terrified, so weakened by my mind.
If I stepped off this building, my ending would be kind.
I’m a God forsaken specimen, suicide’s my goal.
Feel my mental torture – the darkness in my soul!
Don’t tell me I will ‘be okay.’ I know you don’t know me.
I’m all you hope to understand, but never hope to be.
Everything I need to have, I know I will not find.
All your talk of wellness is surely not of mine!
Today I will not cry or cringe, nor fly from thought to thought.
I will not seek out death, nor such heights to fly toward
Godless, I survived the storm, and will all of the rest
– the strength of just one sufferer- her life will stand the test
I grasp that I will ‘be okay’. I get how you know me.
I’ll be all I ever could have been, if not all I hope to be.
Everything I’d like to have, I will search for till I find.
All your talk of living is a mountain I will climb.
- Eternal Bondage – Day 4 #OctPoWriMo (Another poem about my experience of Bipolar Disorder)
- OctPoWriMo 2013: Seeking Poety (shahscribbles.wordpress.com)
- OctPoWriMo 2013: Autumn Changes (shahscribbles.wordpress.com)
- #OctPoWriMo 2013: A Gift (shahscribbles.wordpress.com)