Dark Poetry
The metamorphosis begins
Transforming the essence of my spirit
Crushing my will with a wave of its hand
The authority over of my mind has lessened
My muscles and skin ignite in unison
Rage fills my new limbs and lungs
An odious harmony leaves my mouth
I force the shrieking cavern closed
Clenching my jaw with an offcut strength
I swallow down the maddened howls
Hiding them in my throat and belly
I fight the urge to surrender to the change
Unwilling to relinquish control
And forgo what’s left of my body
It’s been two months of fairly consistent manic bursts and rages. The temptation to self harm has heightened. I’m ashamed to say I haven’t been able to squash every urge, but I haven’t always given in. For this I am thankful. Though I’ve been discouraged by these relapses, I try to remind myself that a couple steps back doesn’t null my progress. I haven’t plummeted back to my rock bottom. I’m far from that now. But the reality is, I still have Bipolar Disorder. And despite my the aid of my medication [which is at the highest dose] these…
