In yesterday’s film
Granite jaw he stands
The confidence of brown eyes
With lashes storied
Now softened all
And loved and lived in
This skin has never seen an iron
Or a chain
He opens in sleep and sprawls
Comfort
And safe
With me by his side
I do not deserve his trust
Yet he snores
Things have been unsettled
But not unhopeful
Nights put on their kindest faces
And fade
I myself am a tack about to come loose of the corkboard
And all my letters will fall
I myself am a magnet polarizing and plain
Circular thoughts
I myself am quite myself
Until I’m not
At the seams
Puppy teeth
A scar in the making
I tug at the bandage
Wander far
Circular
Return home humming
Without you, the sun darkens
Cold settles in
Home becomes hollow
I feel the weight of my heart
Without you, laughter hurts
as the world keeps turning
My breath noticeable
Folding myself into origami
Shapes
I’ll see you
In full regalia
Arms outstretched or crossed
At my performance here
Without you
We’ll embrace again
My guardian angel
While we’re apart
We say hush to the daffodil
Unvein our worries
Until morning comes
The daffodil awakens
While I slump forward sleeping
Feeling off-center
Lean into the collapse
Inevitable
Sleep begrudges me
A closed eye
A half recollected dream
The sheer force of people talking
A wind a river rushing along
I stand on the bank and consider setting in a toe
When I know he would dive in
Upon the earth wind’s farthest reach into space’s gravity, I wander
Resurge in birdsong
A final note of the starling
Who sang to sleep in lullabies
And all man-made things
What use is reach
When one cannot attain?
All the worlds in thy sight
And all the moons in their beds
Make up for losing that song
Upon the east wind he rides in
Of nebulas and natural notes
Of turbulence and chaos
I dare not meet his gaze
Not I who doubted him so fiercely
And yet there is summer calm in his eyes
As I glance up
In winter’s dreariest edge.
Do you feel alone in your suffering? The Bipolar Writer has put together a podcast involving different voices of the mental health community. He also shares his own struggles with mental health. His name is James Edgar Skye. He interviews different people with different diagnoses and let’s them share their story. Below is a link to this great resource if you’re looking to hear stories from the mental health community. The interview shared below is with Kim.
https://anchor.fm/jamesedgarskye22/episodes/The-Bipolar-Writer-Podcast—Interview-with-Kim-eopsp0
I hear the belled calico
In her nightly ritual
Of chasing a hair tie
Her nymphic purrs
Otherworldly dance
And stop
Gratify the deep down of soul
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