“I can tell by your eyes that you’ve probably been cryin’ forever, and the stars in the sky don’t mean nothin’ to you, they’re a mirror. I don’t want to talk about it, how you broke my heart. If I stay here just a little bit longer,” Danny Whitten
I think perhaps the thing about bipolar is that our sensitivity is greater. Our highs are higher and our lows are lower. We can’t simply look away and let things go on as they are. We feel compelled to question ‘why?’ We want things to be right.
I think the world is made up of so many ‘fake’ people. People who ask you ‘how are you doing?’ and when you answer they don’t even hear what you say. And if you told them the truth of your state they wouldn’t even care.
Let me go back to my experience with the engineering company. One of our coworkers had a crisis. His wife killed his children and ran away. I tell you it was a mess. Well our coworker couldn’t deal with his situation so he reached out to our boss, the man who ran the engineering company. Such a thing is natural as in the United States we are conditioned to believe that our ‘superiors’ are somehow ‘better’. I can recall how I was in the surveying office when our coworker called in desperation.
Well the boss was annoyed at the intrusion and was trying to get the coworker off of the phone as quickly as possible. This despite the fact that our coworker was threatening to kill himself. This threat was not idle considering that his life had literally been shattered to pieces. His children dead by the hand of his wife, I can’t imagine how terrible he felt, the sorrow, the betrayal, the horrors. But all my boss could do was to listen silently annoyed, after all there was work to be done and money to be made.
“What profit a man to gain the whole world and lose his very soul?”
In New York City there was a man who was stabbed and he literally bled to death as people walked by avoiding him. His killing was filmed on a video and it was seen that he got stabbed in defending somebody else. When the story got out the people who lived in the building who had walked by raised enough money to give him a decent burial.
Where are we going as a people and a society?
Is there more to life than material possessions and making money?
I write all this simply to introduce my poem Bipolar. You can check out my latest book of poetry “Polishing The Fragments”. https://johnkaniecki.weebly.com/polishing-the-fragments.html
by John Kaniecki
The roller coaster
Of ups and downs
Smiles and frowns
In the blues
Paying your dues
Your moods lift
Touching the sky
Rapid cycler that’s super intense
Creativity so immense
A greater connection to the whole
A secret within your soul
A band of brothers and sisters we are
Near and far
Not something to be feared
Certainly never to be sneered
We are something precious
A delight delicious
A twinkle in God’s eye
You and I
Photos by AndYaDontStop,