The Storm and the Sky
I ride the waves of a restless sea,
A storm within that won’t set me free.
One day I'm soaring, hands to the light,
The next, I'm drowning, lost in the night.
Sunrise kisses my electric mind,
Ideas like fireworks, fast and unkind.
A thousand stories race through my veins,
Dreams without limits, breaking their chains.
I run with the wind, I never look back,
No need for sleep, no fear of lack.
My laughter is lightning, my words are a flood,
I paint the world in a fevered blood.
The world is alive, the colors ignite,
I can do anything, I burn too bright.
But flames that rise must flicker and fall,
And soon I am nothing, nothing at all.
Then comes the shadow, silent and cold,
A whispering ghost with a merciless hold.
The weight of the world, the ache in my chest,
A longing for nothing, a need to rest.
I curl in the dark where no one can see,
A prisoner locked inside of me.
The mirror reflects a stranger’s stare,
A hollow face, too tired to care.
The voices are quiet, the world turns gray,
Hope slips through my fingers like sand in the bay.
Each second is heavy, time drags so slow,
A sinking ship with nowhere to go.
They say it will pass, they say I’ll be fine,
But the stars are too distant, refusing to shine.
Yet somewhere beyond this endless despair,
A whisper reminds me, "You're still there."
So I brace for the tide, I cherish the blue,
For even in darkness, the stars shine through.
Bipolar may shape me, but it won’t define,
I am the storm, and I am the shine.
Written by Benjamin-Ashley Whitworth 29th March 2025
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