from bi-polar disorder.
One day the water surges down the channel
all full of slosh and vigor. And then. . .
empty--it's debris and thick mud, full of sticky smells
exposed and raw.
This week my mood reflects
these watery fluctuations--
A happy life gushing forward
full of promise and reward
followed by the same life seeming stuck
snagged on junk around the house--
dirty dishes, recyclables, laundry.
How is it that the same circumstances
can appear so
inconstant?
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