This time of night, the time right before I go to bed, is always the hardest for me. It’s when the suicidal ideation so familiar to those with bipolar hits hardest.
And the past three weeks and counting I’ve been dealing with completely immersive Flashbacks and the accompanying dissociative episodes. Makes the idea of going to sleep and never waking up so appealing. But I have babies who need me, so instead I write my pain and wake again to suffer through another day.
The surf crashing
Into the shore
A slow easy rhythm
Beatimg on the rocks
Would they welcome me
Hold me tight
As I slip beneath
One final cold embrace
A tribute to Poseidon
Of body and soul
My final breath
Given freely
One final pain
Before an eternity of peace
If the body holds the pain
Will the soul still suffer
When the body is gone
An offering
Of blood and flesh
To beg release
A surcease of pain
Searing solid
A hard fiery punch
To the gut
Over and over
My soul cracking
Slowly breaking
Disintegrating
Leaving an empty
Hungry void
The only sating
Of the hollow void
Is pain
And more pain
A never ending
Surfeit of hurt
That kills
All joy
Sleep
Happiness
Floating on the waves
Slowly sinking below
Till all the pain is washed away
A release
In the final sacrificial gift
Descent Rising 