Storm
Speaking Bipolar March prompt
Published in
Mar 29, 2024
How have I been breathing?
I’m so far down my lungs shouldn’t work.
My body should be failing, but it isn’t.
Only my mind is drowning in the cesspool of the blackness.
I pull myself together the best I can.
I don dark glasses and go to where I need to be.
I don’t look past the horizon.
I don’t look into eyes.
I hold it back until the door closes behind me.
The quicksand holds me steady as I flood the room with pain.
How do I ask for something that I’m not even sure that I deserve?
Who do I send the SOS to from the isolation place?