Bipolar

by Diana Kinared

It comes without warning, unexpected, expected, furious, fierce, brittle, hateful. It goes the same, expected, unexpected and sweetness returns. calm consideration and laughter. My lover is possessed by a djinn called by many names, bi-cycles, bi-polar cycles, stealthily stealing love. I am thrown as from a swiftly moving car into rambles of pain, reason unknown, known, unknowable. My heart is calloused, trust gone an unbridgeable distance, leaving shredded tatters of love with only a gossamer thread remaining. The darkness of his despair, unreachable, unclaimed grips my helpless heart building an unbreachable wall between.

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Diana Kinared is a dreamer, a grandmother, a mother, a wife, a friend, and a writer tethered on and off to reality. Check out her blog.