Oct 26
When your pain is my pain and my pain is yours
The windows slam shut and so do the doors
Thrown into the darkness, though never alone
We each gasp for breath as we each search for home
Sinking then drowning – what else can we do?
Would I have come here had it not been for you?

October 26th, 2009 at 2:04 pm
I love it!
October 27th, 2009 at 6:49 pm
You have expressed something I have not been able to. I thank you for that. Of everything bipolar brings the most painful will always be how I bash my beautiful lover.
You image is so accurate – if only we could see each others faces duing these harrowing times.
Maree Cowan
A follow traveler on the road of Bipolar