Poem: The Bipolar Plastic Eagle
My Dad gave me this plastic eagle
It was a symbol of my struggles with Bipolar disorder
You can take the beak and pin it on a plastic tower
He showed me and said
There are times in our life that are good or bad
All you need is balance
And his fingertip tapped the wing of the bird and it wobbled back and forth
Yet remained on the tip.
I heard it fall tonight, 5 years later
Off the bookshelf
But the beauty of the thing is
It always returns to that beak
That sturdy’s itself on the tip
And waves back and forth in total balance.
If only life were that easy.
Eagle image available from Shutterstock.
Loberg, E. (2014). Poem: The Bipolar Plastic Eagle. Psych Central. Retrieved on July 5, 2015, from http://blogs.psychcentral.com/manic-depression/2014/03/04/poem-the-bipolar-plastic-eagle/