along the narrow path I stroll
as walking is far too fast a pace,
on one side is manic influence
on the other is the depression,
balanced are they never close
mornings seem to favor the highs
while evenings favor the lows
but never do the equalized where
there is a gentle gliding of it all;
holidays are never seen as joyous
birthdays enter the cavity of despair
despite how strong my teeth are
there is always crunching and grinding
as if the top and bottom challenge
each other's right to belong there...
no diagnosis has been performed
yet my mother and daughter both
were touched in a similar way as I,
my path zigzags up and down,
hills and valleys, it creeps upon me
twists and turns, the unexpected
is my friends and then my enemy,
life boasts of accomplishments and
failures but my path disallows and
disavows any such resolution... or,
any associated friendship derived,
leaving a hollow emptiness inside.
October 21, 2025
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