Perhaps my humanity is more than bipolar.
Yet, a labelised label haunts my very definition of me.
Eats into the fibres of my definitive demeanour,
Shackling my actions, shafting my thoughts
Into a quagmire of self analysis
That cannot really reveal anything analytical.
Still I have to stop, start seeing myself as more than a societal stigma.
Belief in a soul that is my reality, raises me above abysmal lows,
Lightening this burden.
Yet - I fear
And in fear, I find balance - a wild horse on reigns
Hoping to become a guided horse with direction.
Written: 10 September 2011