by Mari McKee
A poem about living with bi-polar personality disorder
|Living with Bi-Polar Personality Disorder
Bi-Polar is akin to riding a non-stop merry-go-round
with both manic elation
and deepest depression.
The circle it makes
is the nature of
intense euphoria and extreme sadness.
No expiration date
can be expected for this brain disorder,
which is possibly related to genes.
During the lowest periods
Bi-Polar walks hand-in- hand with
with profound sadness and guilt.
A temporary release
of pain and blood
follows a razor’s trajectory.
Bloody red cuts
intermingle with the older,
white tic-tac-toe scars.
Then the merry-go-round
makes an abrupt stop,
allowing mania to step off and present itself.
Wild elation, feeling higher than high,
in frenzied, frantic activities.
Wiping out entire bank accounts,
maxing out all credit cards
are the results of hysterical shopping.
No matter that their home
is in foreclosure,
or that no money is left for food for dinner.
Most victims are non-compliant
with their medications
because of the side effects.
Anyone that’s lives with someone
with this disorder
is left with indelible marks that are ineradicable.