Bipolar Bubbles

by Maple Tree   Oct 28, 2020


I was born in the ocean
where sea shells would
whisper suicidal reflections
and other forms of darkness.

A child of salt water-
waves crashed
during seaweed
tickles and tears
of depression
drowned me.

I've been sinking
with star fish for years
as bipolar bubbles
escaped my screaming
lungs;

but I was alone
always alone
when my boat
sailed under
a backstabbing moon

50 years later
I'm still floating
waiting to touch
that beautiful setting sun....

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  • 3 weeks ago

    by Lost star

    No darkness without light and no light without darkness, the oldest of stories and the oldest advice ever given. This is beautifully written, Tragic to read but beautifully written.

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I, too, had the same reaction as Star. I held my breath while reading. The strong imagery and depiction of darkness, is so tangible here. And sometimes, it takes all of us to not sink, but to just stay afloat.

    Always here for you <3

  • 4 weeks ago

    by cassie hughes

    Wow! Such a sad but powerful piece. So emotional and expressive it lingers in the mind long after it has been read.

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Andrea, although the theme is tragically true, I have missed you and your gift of expression.
    X

  • 4 weeks ago

    by Star

    I found myself holding my breath through the entire poem. Reminded me of the real ending of the little mermaid. This is really sad!

    sending you a hug<3

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