Ladies and Gentlemen. First off Happy New Year and welcome to the first poetry corner of 2016. We are entering this year on a serious yet honest look into mental illness. This poem by enfrighten called “talk about your mental illness” is an honest, powerful and painful look in dealing with such a condition. I remember a blogger who passed away a year ago dealt with bi-polar and wrote a blog every other week detailing and writing about his experiences. It was telling, heart-felt just like this poem here. Visit this poet’s site and be amazed at more serious writings that will show a door to your soul the reality of pain and love.
Being bipolar is cool.
No, really, it’s a protean and vivid continuum that gives me the most satisfying state of ecstasy during my ups.
I am giant, a king of all, I have a clear purpose to create and destruct.
People are angelic,
I am beautiful and playing God.
It’s all up to me.
And then I fall into a bleak and disgusting world,
a new dimension where humanity could not be more sickening,
the world more arduous to face,
and me being consumed with the compulsion to self destruct.
I have decided I would rather live in a state of
constant unpredictability, euphoria, and masochism than one of
crippling apathy and sedation.
I refuse medication for my fucked up brain,
the wiring may be faulty but at least I am feeling deeply.
The pervasively painful downs are worth the beauty I see in the world when I am up.