Bipolar World

My life was once black,
Until the dawn of day,
Suddenly it turned white,
When Your Son came my way.

You tell me I am yours,
During all eternal time,
As I grew up, walking,
Something twisted up my mind.

Now I am living in a world,
In a world of my own,
They call it bipolar,
An earthly cure never found.

I am at war with days of depression,
Just trying to stay out of the way,
I am at war with manic obsession,
I just want to live in the gray.
Of the black and white biploar world,
Just trying to stay in the gray.

Each day is a little different,
The safe ones feel just okay,
But how am I to thrive,
With double edged mind… I say.

How my flesh tries to fight it,
And my faith fears it too,
I am afraid I will lose it,
I am afraid of losing You.

I am living in a world,
In a world of my own,
I am living with bipolar,
A cure on earth, never found.

I am at war with days of depression,
Just trying to stay out of the way,
I am at war with manic obsession,
I just want to live in the gray.
Of the black and white biploar world,
Just trying to stay in the gray.

It has been written,
To all those who believe,
We are forever Yours,
It was You who found me.

When I die and come to meet You,
You will greet me with a kiss,
I will forever be healed,
This bipolar I will not miss.

Because I am at war with days of depression,
Just trying to stay out of the way,
I am at war with manic obsession,
I just want to live in the gray.
Of the black and white biploar world,
Just trying to live in the gray.

Published by Jenn Till Lee Copyrighted, all rights reserved.

Writing poems as an outlet for healing. My hope is in Christ

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