The following poem is a sort of ode to a medication I am taking (Neurontin). It is an anti-convulsant which I have found, in my case, greatly modifies the bi-polar symptoms I experience. As soon as I am off it, the huge mood swings take over again. I forgot to take it yesterday morning and had a really hard time until I finally remembered. Ending on a more hopeful note, the poem also refers to a time when no medication or other 'help' will be needed.
Thanks for reading,
swinging back and forth across
and rising up and falling down
on highs like heaved up mountains
in lows like chiseled gorges
my sanity like a gyroscope
whirls upon the edge of an ovoid pill
like a magic n a v i g a t o r piloting
a safer path around the void
or having finally passed this place
moving on to float above a plain
my spirit spins as if upon
the glittering point of a golden pin
Sometimes, things just won't work the way we want them to.