It will be two days until the Day my brother died. Some people may not believe it but he visited me. I was sleeping and I could smell his cologne and I felt like somebody was there and I was comforted in my grief. Kind a like when your dog comes back after he dies and you can feel him curling up next to you in the bed and you smell their scent and you swear that they’re there but of course they’re not. This is this is the same thing that happened to me two nights ago. I told him I loved him and went to sleep. I guess this was doing the twilight before you fall asleep. I miss him. I’m going to keep on missing him and I guess I’m going to keep on crying, but my heart aches less and my mind is not all there right now. I’m very anxious and I know this is the reason why, I miss him.
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Just some chic ya know... I am BiPolar and have been since I was first diagnosed at the age of 25. That's when I say, "The bottom fell out". I have been writing poetry since I could first string a sentence together. It's one of the few things that so far hasn't been taken away from me by this illness. My poetry is Freeform. Sometimes I rhyme, sometimes each line is a statement of thought or emotion. Sometimes it flows, other times it stutters or screams. State of mind has a lot to do with the poem presented. I studied for my Masters in Boston, MA. But had to quit due to the manifestation of the BiPolar. I have been on numerous medications and have had different psychologists and psychiatrists over the past 22 years. For some reason, I'm still here. I still fight the daily fight of motivation and searching for a reason to continue. I know there are others who are WAY worse off than me. I remind myself of this daily. I am blessed, I know this. Somedays, knowing doesn't help the struggle. So I write. My emotions are raw, my style is freeform, I don't like to analyze poetry. You take away from it, what you feel. Like any form of art. I have my good days. It's not always so rough. I treasure those days and those moments like gold. I'm finding that at fifty I am discovering more about myself and am accepting who I am in ways I never could at a younger age. As everyone should... View all posts by piperou7