While going through some boxes recently I came across some writing and poetry I had done in high school. This was before I knew I was bipolar. I feel some of my best writing was done at this time – so I would like to share some of it with you.
This first one I did not title, but the object of the exercise was to create our own poem using the form and style of Donald Hall’s The Child. Below is my version.
We live among a daydream
a bright and loving theme
Nobody can destroy.
We sit and think alone
by sparkling pools, in a world
where families are destroyed.
Tears roll with sorrow
as the wind breathes softly
with the sound of crying children.
We hear soft groaning
with empty thoughts
of a once felt caress.
We sit until we ache
of the unforgotten memories
we have left behind.
When we stand to leave
we stop suddenly
to drift in eternal bliss.
