A Poem to Myself
You were delinquent to think you could stand so very tall,
That off your high, mighty pedestal, you never would fall.
Trying in vain to be super woman to one and to all…
Failing to care for you, you stumble, and break on the fall.
Could you not even take notice, could you not begin to see…
Each moment you pretended that strength, created misery?
Did you think you could be to all, that to yourself you couldn’t be?
Did you find one angel wing to cushion your fall, to save you from me?
And once again, you are in this battle, with pen and paper, you write.
Searching in desperation, the wrong turn you took, instead of the right.
Looking for answers that will give understanding. The sword to fight the good fight.
Searching, grappling, to change the You that carved out this painful plight.
Keep on searching, overlook your weakening knees, for the beauty in you.
Fight with all the strength, the power and light, that is by grace given to you.
Pray, on bended knees, even if in vain, for you have everything to prove,
Never, ever, give up on searching, living, being, growing, for them… for you.
© bipolarmuse 2012