The Pendulum Swings

Lightening fast, from happy to sad, I travel.

No new events to proceed the swing, it just comes as it pleases.

Where hope lingered, doubt is now residing…

to be replaced with confusion and the phrase I hate most,

“All I know is I Don’t Know”.

My brain becomes invaded… every hurtful memory pouring in.

Thoughts of my babies, the four, inhabit my mind, body, and soul.

Breaking me. I crave to be with them and it kills me…

They are within fingertips reach.

I hang from an unraveling string, I wonder “Will I fall”?

I have many times before, yet crawl my way back up.

Falling is not unacceptable, if I choose to stay down…

that is never acceptable.

So I crawl and climb out of darkness, into the light…

Crawl and Climb, to fight the good fight.

Again…

And Again…

Such a  familiar feeling…

The Pendulum Swings.

© bipolarmuse 2011