Luck of the Draw
Mania
Hypomania
However you want to call it
Burns magical through the synapses
Every moment unfolds
The greatest story ever told
Magical moments where you think you can fly
You feel so high
Wondrous burning that you never want to end
Like being at a party where the music never stops
Like being the hero of your own amazing movie
Being
Hyper-being
Fire burning
World turning
Every bit of news is good news
Nothing can go wrong
When the song in your head is wild
Real wild child
Every moment is hot
And you
Are just too
too
too
cool
It's like cocaine
It sets fire to your brain
The rain is made of diamonds
Your heart is full of soul
You can do no wrong
This song
And every song
Is your song
Heart beats wild
Real wild child
But when the chandelier comes crashing to the floor
You need to run damage control
But everything has gone to hell
Your brilliant mind reveals you to be
The butt of the joke
When you see yourself clearly in the mirror
You know that no-one could love you
You are the ugliest thing
Not the belle of the ball at all
Just another loser
Lost in the illusion
Brought on by mania
But now the party's over
You're home with Mother Depression
And she's one hell of a bitch
~Wanda~
Notes:
If you were lucky enough to draw the Bipolar Disorder card in this life, this poem needs no explanation.
The Prompt:
And now for today’s prompt (optional, as always). Today, I challenge you to take a chance, literally. Find a deck of cards (regular playing cards, tarot cards, uno cards, cards from your “Cards Against Humanity” deck – whatever), shuffle it, and take a card – any card! Now, begin free-writing based on the card you’ve chosen. Keep going without stopping for five minutes. Then take what you’ve written and make a poem from it. (Hat tip to Amy McDaniel for the idea!)
