Bipolar Life-The Journal #66, Deflated

Bipolar Disorder

For fear of losing myself, I take time to get in my head and to lift my spirits through the strength of Jesus Christ. On my own, I fail to save myself. I know this, so I fight to reach in and surrender.

Poetry- Morning Hope

Christian poetry

When I see the rays of light beam from eastern, darkened skies.. And watch radiant colors fill the space My heart warms and life embrace. Every streak a promise to be, for new beginnings awakened from sleep. And treasures will come, hope will rise, when I stop to admire His beautiful skies.

Poetry- Storms Rage

Christian poetry

And sorrow cascades in a hushed certainty.

Fading in and out of reality.

And joy evades, and hope carries away..

what is sure to come again on a better day.