the people, melting into themselves
while my feet get stuck in quicksand.
but wait...a bus? how are we here?
i follow the
tug
tug
tug
at my sleeve,
unsure of who is needing me,
mainly because i need them
to survive this,
and myself,
and the river flowing in that brick wall.
i just sort of fell in
god knows for how long
but now i am pulled up to the surface.
and it's like breaking through the ice
to a new and better world.
now i am floating amid
tiny scatters of people.
my mind just keeps racing.
my body's a swirl.
but there it is, that
pull
pull
pull
helping me to break free.
YOU ARE READING
mayhem.
Poetrya collection of poetry that delves into the longing and freedom that comes with growing up as an undiagnosed bipolar, and how it feels to come out on the other side.
