i'm doing my best to extract
myself from the faded
patches of misery
that led me astray for so long.
to look upon the world
underneath my dark, thick lashes
and understand the intricate balance
of personal encounters that led to this.
strong hands envelop mine
forcing strength inside myself
unwavering faith, constant reminders
of how far i had fallen.
i'm not giving up
wait
i'm letting myself give in.
as i feel my life has finally
reached the precipice
for redemption.
so i will curl up in comfort
allow it to drown me
with wonderful awareness
of how far i have come,
and who led me here.
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.
