Poems
Two paths diverge before my soul, One bright, one dark, one takes its toll. Which path to take, I cannot choose, For both my heart and mind refuse.
The manic path, it beckons me, With promises of ecstasy. But know I well its treacherous ways, That lead to pain and lonely days.
The depressive path, it weighs me down, With sorrow and a heavy frown. But know I well its hidden grace, That leads to depths and inner space.
So which to take, I cannot say, But trust my heart to guide my way. For know I well that both must be, To weave the tapestry of me.
For bipolar disorder cannot break,
The spirit that's within me, wide awake.
@Han5olo
I'm Han5olar, and I'm bipolar,
But it won’t define me, I'm a scholar.
I'm gonna rise above, and achieve my dreams,
Show what this bipolar king means.
I've been on highs, and I've been on lows,
But I'm still here, and I'm ready to go.
Got the medication, got the therapy,
I'm gonna beat this, it's my destiny
To my bipolar warriors out there,
I know it's hard, and it makes me swear
Let's support each other, pick us up,
Together, we'll reach the *** top
Bipolar disorder, light shines on you
With love and peace, we’ll see this through
This part of me, you don't define
This warrior is gonna climb
Let's shine our light, and spread the love
Bipolar disorder, we'll rise above
With Light and Love, we'll create
The new world promised us by Great.
