Bi-Polar

by C Cattaway   Sep 10, 2020


Beauty is in the eye of the beholder?
The beholder decides to see your beauty?
Strength is something you search for in your darkest hour.
Why do we praise beauty but not strength?
Why are one person's insecurities a burden to someone else?
Cry in the rain.
Lonely in a crowd.
If the footprints are yours, not those of He who carried you, then how do you know which direction is the one you need?
Bi-polar.
Amazing condition. No sense. No meaning. No rational process.. yet it all makes sense.
Just thinking out loud.
I wanted to write a poem, but all I can hear is a jumble of mess, amongst a jangle of words.
Maybe tomorrow..

©? C Cattaway 2020

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