08/13/2025
Just a poem I wrote about anxiety bipolar and ADHD
In the quiet whispers of a restless mind,
A storm brews softly, a tempest unconfined.
Home feels like an echo, a blending of light,
Where thoughts dance like shadows, too frantic to fight.
Anxiety flutters, a bird in a cage,
Each breath held in tension, each heartbeat a page.
The walls close in tighter, the clocks tick too loud,
In the mirror’s reflection, I search for the proud.
Bipolar swings gently, a pendulum’s grace,
Moments of sunshine, then clouds I must face.
Colors of laughter dissolve into gray,
As euphoria crashes and drags me away.
ADHD spins me round like a leaf in the air,
Fragments of focus, so fleeting, so rare.
I leap through the chaos, a jigsaw undone,
Finding the pieces that glitter in sun.
Yet in this mixed tapestry, rich and profound,
There’s beauty in chaos, in sorrows unbound.
Home is the heartbeat that threads through the day,
A journey through valleys, where shadows may play.
And though the path’s winding, the struggle is real,
Each struggle a chapter, each wound something to heal.
In the depths of the tempest, I’ve learned to be still,
Finding peace in the noise, my heart knows its will.
So here’s to the journey, the highs and the lows,
To weaving our stories with all that it shows.
In the tapestry of life, with threads interwoven,
Home is the courage in storms we’ve been given.