The following Poem was part of a creative blog post: How to Use Creativity As Way To Cope With Bipolar Depression. The creative process of writing the poem was incredible and helped me. I focus on the “creative process” as more important than what I wrote or what I drew. (I’m sharing the poem only to share the process.)
Once again I want to add this warning:
“I title the poem HOPE, it has some dark trigger feelings so be warned before reading it.”
One is in a fog,
Torn One is, reminds Oneself how weak One is.
Hearing echoes of empowerment, strength, and vitality,
One is unable to act, or be motivated…Why..Why…Why
Seeing Oneself as shadows as nothing, One is worthless, One is useless, a waste.
One is wanting hope, not happiness,
One is Not wanting joy.
One is Willing to settle for hope.
But settle One can do, for nothing that One is, nothing…
Diverging is in One’s mind from One’s heart and soul,
yet yearning to be joined…One looks for hope
Distorted is the merging path
Once the only way, now many detours.
One is finding many ways back to the path, more is lost.
More people, more love, more strength, more hope,
When all is lost, can there still be hope?
Is Hope Never ending?
One Hopes not…
Poem by Chato Stewart 4/29/2018