Cycles of Light: Living with Bipolar Disorder

In twilight realms where moods arise,

A dance of stars in shifting skies,

Bipolar paths we tread each day,

With sun and moon to light our way.

A morning bright with laughter's tune,

A soaring heart beneath the noon,

Yet shadows creep as dusk descends,

A pendulum that never ends.

In manic heights, the world unfolds,

A vivid dream, a tale retold,

Imagination's wild embrace,

A race to keep a frantic pace.

But then the night, so cold and deep,

Where silence stirs, and sorrows seep,

A heavy weight, a mind withdrawn,

Awaiting light, the coming dawn.

Through valleys low and peaks so high,

We journey forth, we question why,

Yet in this storm, a strength concealed,

A spirit bold, a heart revealed.

For every tear, a lesson learned,

Each cycle passed, a corner turned,

In every struggle, there's a spark,

A guiding light within the dark.

So here we stand, with courage bright,

In every shade of day and night,

With hope and heart, we face the tide,

In bipolar's grip, our souls abide.