Tuesday, November 10, 2015

Choices

How do I explain
the workings
of a fragile mind?
How can I make you
understand?


I do not choose
to be weak.


Of all my words,
which ones will you
believe?
Of all my words,
which ones
are believable?


I do not choose
to be dark.


I did not want
to hurt you;
I did not want
to burden you
with my frailty.


Thankfully you heard me,
you held me,
you did not judge me.


You understood
my nonsensical ramblings,
the admittance of guilt,
my fear of
giving in.


I did not choose
this bipolar life,
yet it is what I live.


I do not want
to fall.

But when I do,
I choose to go
to you.

1 comment:

  1. I don't think it's necessarily weakness, although it can feel like that. Bi-polar is a difficult beast to handle. Glad you're out the other side. :) Nicky

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