a long, untamed whirlwind from now
a grain of sand floats along
grazing lightly,
ever so slightly
towards the sunrise.
ride along innocently,
harmlessly,
foolishly.
there are worn lines across the palm of hate
that smacks the contradictions
out of you.
don't mock my observation
of the pink in your cheeks.
i only do this because i care.
draw me a picture of the dream
you told me you were scared of.
too frightened to accept love.
so take refuge in the idea
that i colored in the shadows
to hide the hurt that shows
on your face.
i've done what i can,
please help yourself.
this is all that i have,
please don't blame yourself.
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.
