Bi-Polar Seasons

I wondered who would kill me? 

Would I end up dead in the streets? 

Fearing my father’s fists and rage;

When off pills and unstable.

Bi-polar came like seasons-

Always with uncertainty and unknown lengths of time

And a never ending dance on egg shells.

I know the cops would do nothing 

But say sorry in providing the proof 

To the incident numbers. 

What started to cause fear and panic-

Anxiety that would keep me awake at night.

Thoughts of being attacked and how it would happen-

How it would go down because of the truth.

Paranoia and unsure of how to protect myself-

There was no sense of justice with shut down courts.

Judges and lawyers that didn’t follow principle applications of law.

I wanted to help change it from the inside.

Only to see the danger and no sense of safety.

I felt calmer in the forest. In my dirty white dress

Where no one was judging me but God. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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