Image by 鹈鹂 夏 from Pixabay-poetry
where do I go from here?
when will I know the end of misery?
the streets feel so empty
yet they’re so full of life
my organs jab me as i think negatively
my finger trembles as I try, and voice my truth
you were there, in the nighttime hours
lurking beyond a daydream that turned into night
the veil was torn beyond my mind
as I reached the afterthought of truth
no one but God came to rescue me in the dark,
I forgot to pray for angels to help intervene
I forgot to pray for me
I prayed for the wrong things
now I am in a can of worms
that will live on until the next time
praying for a better future, but knowing
there will always be a next time within this bipolar mind…
Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay-poetry
Yes, my mind is more than just— bipolar.
I am a mental salad of a mess!
Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay– poetry
ONE HOT MESS…
Image by Mila Okta Safitri from Pixabay– poetry
Nice to meet you, are you insane like me? LOL, you have to have a sense of humor to be this messed up in the head!
I know… bashing myself is naughty, but this is a journey, right? I am not yet in the non-bashing mode! Maybe tomorrow? 🤣😂🤣
Thanks for reading this mixed-up blog! Who knows what tomorrow will bring???
OK, now I am having too much fun with this blog. I must refrain from such fun, for I am at my limit of rewards for the day!
Image by Giani Pralea from Pixabay
Thank you for reading! Until next time, stay safe and be blessed! 🙏🙏🙏