Love and hate
Dark and light
Ecstatic by day
Weeping at night
Flowers are blooming
Their smell in the air
From the heights of delight
I fall to despair
My world is unstable
I can’t stay in one mood
First I’m gregarious
Then I start to brood
Curled up in a corner
Anguish holds me bound
Then reaching for heaven
My feet off the ground
I never can hold it
Any feeling for long
It makes me feel weak
When I want to be strong
I’ve tried many pills
But they made me feel lost
In the feeling of nothing
So they're not worth the cost
I’ve tried singing and dancing
I’ve knelt down to pray
Nothing worked, though I wished it
Till I wrote everyday
Poems of laughter
Sunshine and tears
I wrote of my sorrows
My hopes and my fears
I began to see magic
Gave my disorder form
My words released passions
And calmed the vast storm
I still have some days
Where my soul is inflamed
On an ocean of extremes
But I write until it’s tamed
Patricia Gibson-Williams
July 24, 2004






You explained how life is for us quite well, in simple phrases (but great word choice!), but they say so much. Good rhythm, unforced rhyme, and smooth flow. You are absolutely right about the medication- the cure is far worse than the disease for many of us. I, too, have found writing to be the best therapy. I've always believed we're a talented bunch, and this proves it! Excellently done! Good luck in the contest!




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