In the shadows of my mind, a storm brews within,
A dance of darkness and light, where do I begin?
Highs that touch the heavens, lows that scrape the ground,
A whirlwind of emotions, where solace can’t be found.

One moment, I’m invincible, the world within my grasp,
The next, I’m lost and broken, unable to unclasp.
A smile that hides the chaos, a tear that tells the tale,
Of a soul in constant battle, as frail as a gale.

The nights are long and restless, the days, a fleeting dream,
Caught between extremes, in a silent, endless scream.
To those who see the surface, all might seem just fine,
But deep within, the tempest rages, a never-ending climb.

Yet in this dance of shadows, a flicker of hope remains,
That one day, balance finds me, and frees me from these chains.
Until then, I keep moving, with courage as my guide,
Through the highs and lows of life, on this bipolar ride.