A Poem
A storm is brewing is poem about the turbulent thoughts that goes through a person’s head who have bipolar disorder. I will use Norse Gods as imagery for these thoughts and behaviors.
I’m jolted out of bed
I hear the winds swirling
The rain pounding
A storm is brewing.
Aegier is restless
Excitement spreads
Through my veins
Great things are going to happen.
I run naked into the rain
Dancing, twirling, embracing
The warmth of the storm
Time for work.
I dress quickly
Run to the beach
Feeling the sand
Enter my pores.
I stare at the sea
Waves are turbulent
I smile at the approaching storm
Lightning spreads across the sky.
Build this
Write this
Lost in the juices
Of a story.
The storm is upon me
My body is exhausted
Strong gale blows
Shutters banging.
Like my cat, Jezebel
I find a corner
Waiting to die
Loki is looking for me.
Too many thoughts
As the storm consumes me
I scream for mercy
I pass into another realm.
Sunshine is scorching my face
What’s the point?
My mind gives up
The body agrees.
Movement is a struggle
Hours have passed
Hel, the daughter of Loki
Taunts me.
Your life is over
Hel says in a
Intoxicating voice
Time to go with me.
Anger builds within me
Too many thoughts
Too many emotions
Why am I here?
Tossing and turning
I try to sleep
Hel taunts me
To join her.
Sorrow takes over
Freya appears
Get up!
You must fight!
The war isn’t over
I will guide you
Through the storm
That haunts you.
I am love and war,
Says Freya
She crouched before me
Take my hand.
The winds begin to blow
Howling in my head
The storm is quickly
Approaching.
I run outside to
Dance in the rain
A monster slams
my reality.
Not a monster
A cyclone
Twirling in my head
Torn between life and death.
You are loved
Freya bellows
Let the elementals
Work with you.
Air from the East
Fire from the South
Water from the West
Earth from the North
Converge on my spirit
Thank you, Divine
For making me whole
Part of the world.
With the Divine’s love
I fight the storm
Battle Hel
Rise again.
liberryman 