ideas like trapeze artists
bounce around in my head.
i'm moving along the calligraphy
winding my own way home.
nothing prepares me
for the feelings
whirling about me today.
your energy is infallible
in its overwhelming calm.
so i will allow you to wash over me,
in foamy, soothing waves from
your inner ocean.
it's deep and never-ending
as the current ripples
past my skin.
colors and life are breathing into me
as i wade in the pools of your
refreshing sea.
the fierceness of the storm
tosses and turns in the open sky.
this is reflected in the deepness
of your eyes.
the world has opened up
the grass soft and cool
as it wraps its arms around me.
the air is tasting bittersweet
trickling in and out of fire
breaths are all it takes
to beat the urgency of time.
i dream watery dreams
throughout the night
and now my eyes are open
searching,
penetrated by moonlight.
the element of your being, baby,
is a comfort that helps us all.
there's potential for hope in me,
just give me a taste.
its a matter of your element, baby,
our time is more than waste.
i can wallow in dreams safely now,
you drive me crazy all the while.
wrap me in your element, baby,
and kiss me with your smile.
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.
