by Jim Corbin
Friday, April 08, 2005
Rated "G" by the Author.
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Bi-polar people are often very lonely. A frightening condition.
Somewhere deep within my being,
In a place that hides my soul,
Raging shadows, dark and fleeting
angry demons take control.
Fear consumes me with a passion
As I race to catch my breath,
Raging shadows overtake me,
Leaving me to beg for death.
Hopelessly I pray for solace
From the torment and the fear,
Loneliness is my companion,
Empty dreams, my only cheer.
I share this rare with other mortals,
There is nothing they can give,
I alone must face the demons
Where the raging shadows live.
Then I met a lovely angel
And in weakness, she I told.
Told her of the raging shadows,
Of the darkness and the cold.
Heart so heavy as I told her,
Knowing she would surely go,
No one wants to share the anguish
When the raging shadows grow.
So often have I sought comfort
From others who may know my plight,
They pretend to be my friend,
'Til the shadows of the night.
Why then would I find her different
From all those who came before?
Would not fearsome, angry demons
Quickly show her to the door?
Still, she listened to my story
And when my sordid tale was through,
She spoke to me in angel language,
And this is what she said to do.
“When the walls come down around you
and your world is torn apart,
Reach for me, I’ll be there with you,
In your pocket, by your heart.
Together we will face the demons,
I’ll be there and you will know
Nothing could then come defeat you,
Where the raging shadows grow.”
So I took her gentle spirit,
Tucked it warmly in that spot,
Where she told me I should keep her, -
In my pocket, by my heart.
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|Reviewed by Jill Eisnaugle
|This truly says it all, Jim. I agree with Kate in that we all have our reasons for writing, letting go mainly, I think. A sad, yet powerful and real write. Great work.
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|Acute and graphically described, Jim. Guess we artistic-types all have degrees of such a temperamental framework - perhaps creativity is fed by it; we have, after all, to have a "disturbance" within that prompts us to write. A roller-coaster ride for sure, but having the heart pierced by the angelic shaft of warmth and abiding vision must help to keep perspective and to keep standing strong until the shadows are past again... no mountains without the valleys, I suppose. Neat and defined. TY Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Robin Labenberg
|This is beautiful and I cried reading it...I am speechless and that never happens...|
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|Awwwwwww Jim this is beautiful my friend!!
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|i have seldom found someone who can cope with the depression for very long, i hope that you have found her...it is really hard for a person suffering from this affliction, i know, although i was diagnosed in my twenties the symptoms have been life long, i remember the depression as a child|