Bipolar Disorder & Memory:

Sana Ahmed
Jul 23, 2017 · 2 min read

If untreated, mistreated, in the process of getting healed, not yet healed, then |||

Memory, the magnanimous, memorable moment-to-moment, fleeting memory does not flee. It persists and insists, festers and builds base camps of unmemorable kinds |||

Curse, curse, curse. Painful, hurtful, unending curse. Beckoning me and my mind, to flail, flog and curse, translating in muffled screams |||

The damned curse, madam, lady and lady-in-waiting, memory, she levitates, states the un-poetic, the un-positive |||

Whilst I write these curses in cursive, electrocuting, shocking my mind, to spin the momentum, to counter the insurgency, and the sad chaos |||

Chanting: down, down boy. Down with the balding bad. The ugly, uglier, and the ugliest kind |||

I am well aware green pastures, yellow walls, brilliant blue skies await me. Along with my sweet old friend, mademoiselle, good memory |||

Sana Ahmed
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