I’ve written about how my manic and depressive episodes showed up early in my life, but I wasn’t attuned enough to such things to notice what was going on. But I do have poetry and other writings that reflect what was going on in my mind during those times. I have one poem written in the early 1990’s in particular that is manic in origin if there ever was one. I’ll give it to you now–it’s titled “Take a Walk”.
I’ll pick you up in the nearest bar
Feed you a mickey in your Jack Daniels
Drag you home and keep you as a pet–
Just hug you and kiss you and
Call you George–
Some days I just feel like
doing something dangerous
Like wear sexy red satin
underneath a tweedy suit
to go out dancing–undo a
button or two–when we’re
up close and personal
Sometimes I just get in the mood
to be a little dangerous
Let’s create awareness in a
very feral way
as I step into
my high-heeled shoes
to waltz you off a cliff
Because I know how you like it
when I do something dangerous.
Like I said. Manic. Never done any of those things. But I’ve thought about them. And my poetry reflects a lot of my moods even in graduate school when I felt steady as a rock. Tune in tomorrow for more!
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Courageous.
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