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Bi-Polar Heartache: A Loving Heart, Belied… Quiet tales so long suppressed Come flooding into view. The years keep melding One by one – they seep as they imbue. And time keeps marching, ever on With silent words – taboo… You ask me what it’s like to live With such a sad disease – Bi-Polar heartache every day With minor ways to please. And little in the way of help To aid or to appease… My life is full of balanced acts, So careful must I tread. You never know what sets him off – What horrors lie ahead. And so in quiet slumber, lost – I cry upon my bed. The ill-got-gains of this disease Belie a loving heart. With decades passing hand in hand – We’ve grown so far apart. Its ever-present destiny Seems never to depart… And so in silence I remain A dedicated wife. I suck it up – and reign it in. It cuts me like a knife… Yet, still, I’m thankful for the gifts We have – as we share life.
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