I am fragmented mosaic artwork;
magnificent colors on some days,
dull grays and blacks on the worst.
Many voices in my crowded head,
Screaming to be heard above all –
Stop the abuse! We’ve had enough!
Drowning in alcohol, the silence comes.
Redeeming my sins with caring hands,
God’s creatures, big and small, arrive;
great pain and suffering they’ve all seen,
with a gentle touch I restore them to health.
Terror arises once more as night closes in,
lashing out at all who care to comfort me;
a thorny friend I become to those around.
Pain killers dull the ache inside my heart.
Come to me with your worries and hurt,
for I am truly compassionate and loving;
those in need will find my embrace warm,
always available and comforting to them.
Anger erupts in a flash without warning,
as my mood shift like nomadic winds,
and bipolar disorder grips me like a vice.
Taking daily medication is overpowering.
But nothing is sweeter than motherhood,
for I am a gifted mother and best friend;
a sweeter son exists nowhere on this earth,
and blessed I am to watch him for the Lord.
I am fragmented mosaic artwork;
magnificent colors on some days,
dull grays and blacks on the worst.
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Comments
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To describe oneself as a mosaic is very revealing and a way of becoming, as well. I have always admired the art form for its intricate nature and cleverness in engineering, let alone its appearance once it is completed. Good luck in the contest, Poet. 
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Second stanza, second line, first word, should it be "screaming"? Just wondering.
Anger erupts in a flash without warning,
as my mood shift like nomadic winds,
and bipolar disorder grips me like a vice.
Taking daily medication is overpowering.
This stanza really stands out to me. I like the write as a whole. Keep on writing and good luck in all you do. :
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