“Please… ” I whimper, “Don’t Lose”…
“Your grip of me.” ….
“I’m falling!”
*Our hands beginning to slip*
-Looking down-
And then up….
Tears stream down my face…
Into your eyes. I stare…
“I don’t want to say…”
“Goodbye”….
As the grip,
hope,
love,
is lost…
I’m falling.
-Nina
My bipolar is like riding a see-saw.
Just praying it’s not time to come down yet.
Not time to quit believing in myself.
Not time to be delusional yet.
Not time to spend the next few days crying.
Please.
Don’t let me hit the ground.
I don’t want to come down yet.
-Nina
– The Lotus in the Mud – Graffiti, Poetry & The Inner Bodhisattva
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