Beautiful Bipolar

She wakes with suns beneath her skin,

A thousand thoughts come rushing in.

Her heartbeat drums with fearless grace,

She feels alive in every place.

Ideas bloom like wildfire light,

She talks in stars; she doesn’t sleep at night.

Her laughter spills; her hands can’t rest,

The possibilities are endless, at best.

She loves too fast; she dreams too wide,

No shoreline holds her rising tide.

Her voice is thunder—sharp and sweet,

Each moment feels like fate and heat.

But beauty burns too hot to keep,

The edge grows thin; the climb too steep.

The light expands, then splits her seams,

A crown of fire; a flood of dreams.

Her thoughts begin to turn and race,

Outrunning time; outpacing space.

She swears she’s fine; she swears she’s whole,

While sparks ignite inside her soul.

Then quiet comes without a sound,

The colour drains; the dark is found.

The mirrors lie; the days grow long,

Her body moves but something’s wrong.

The weight of breath; the ache of bones,

The echoing rooms; the ringing phones.

She sleeps too much, or not at all,

Each morning feels like one more fall.

Her tears arrive without a name,

A constant hum of guilt and shame.

The world goes dim; her voice grows small,

She feels like nothing—if at all.

Yet even here, in shadowed space,

She learns the shape of quiet grace.

She learns to sit with broken parts,

To tend the wounds; to guard her heart.

She charts the cycles; learns the signs,

Counts careful days; respects the lines.

She takes her meds; she asks for aid,

She stays when once she would have strayed.

And somewhere in the swing of two,

Between the dark and blazing blue,

She finds a self both fierce and real,

A strength born not from cure, but feel.

To feel so deep; to love this hard,

Is blessing’s kiss and terror’s shard.

She walks the line, both scar and art,

The beauty and the fear of heart.

©️ Wonderland Wanderess 2026