Caught in a web of fears
full of wet tangled tears
been this way for years
of course there are triggers
that make fears look bigger
but it is hard to figure
a way out of negativity
a way back to levity
and to my old productivity
it is hard enough to fight
the dramas of mind with my might
without succumbing to fright
about losing you
tis true
fighting at once the physical and the mental
is far too much for a mind balanced so gentle.
Filed under: Bipolar Disorder, Depression, Loss, Macro Photography, Poetry Tagged: Being sick, Depression, Fear of loss, Fighting negativity, Illness, Love, Mental illness, Negative thoughts, Sickness, Worry
