Somewhere in the Middle there is Life and Light? – a short piece of creative writing to show a glimpse of what goes on in a bipolar mind

My life looks back at me as I look at it,

I thought I was through the worst, But I’m not even close to the grit.

I hear my mind say, ” he has started feeling poetry and seeding stories”,

Then it inversely echoes, “he’s in pain, he needs help, this is a warning”.

What can I do, when both are true.

People make and take for themselves,

Love is left tainted on the shelves.

I can’t seem to fit in,

With the song in the hymn.

Or normal conversation,

Whilst this static in my mind makes such an awful din.

I think I asked to be cremated when I die,

But when I did, my body di not catch alight.

So my family on Earth,

Gave a piece of their life and their love.

So that I’d have a fair shot upon rebirth,

And in time remember who I was.

If this wasn’t enough,

They gave me guidance from above.

So, when I feel down on my luck,

I can remember I am as free as a bird.

And even though people can be hard to deal with,

A person can be as pure as a kiss.

When they hold you with loving eye’s,

This worlds inner fortune will bear no disguise.

And you’ll find the energy to proceed another time,

Learning the rhyme of your life, line by hard hitting line,

Whilst I look for the truth and a way to live with it,

I see as the world powers down, I power up too quick.

A bipolar mind connected wrong within?

I don’t know, I guess I’m just guessing.

[Written: 2025-04-29]