Province of Pain

This is what its like to bipolar cycle.

Falling abruptly; no longer free…
I plummet into misery.
I reach and stretch; try to climb the wall.
Energy sapped, I slip and fall.

Demons of gloom converge in my mind,
and futilely I try to find
some semblance of joy on this life course.
I’m left wanting; full of remorse.

My body is a province of pain.
Peoples’ gazes full of disdain.
There is so much I would like to do:
serve, work out, and shop pain-free too.

The sorrow that I sport on my sleeve
is for the one whom I bereave.
My heart forever belongs to him.
That glowing torch will never dim.

One eye opens to the brightened light.
No more gripping my pillows tight.
I open the window, breathe the air.
Behold! A friend is standing there!

A smile begins to play on my lips-
soft drumming of my fingertips.
A sure sign of wondrous things to come;
paramount to me, trivial to some.