In shadows cast by moods, a battle rages,
A dance within, twixt highs and lows it stages.
Bipolarity, an ever-shifting tide,
Whence frustration and sorrow coincide.

With swift cycles, emotions start to blend,
Mixed states prevail, their chaos has no end.
In this tempest, isolation finds its place,
A lonesome journey, longing to embrace.

O, how it yearns for empathy's embrace,
Yet, 'tis a path that others cannot trace.
For who can fathom this eternal fight,
A ceaseless struggle, day and endless night?

The closest ones, their compassion may ignite,
But still, they witness only glimpses of the fight.
Though well-meaning hearts may lend their ear,
The depths of this struggle, they cannot adhere.

Within the chambers of an echoing mind,
A symphony of thoughts, relentless to unwind,
The siren song of weariness takes its hold,
As battle scars and weariness unfold.

Exhaustion, a shadow lingering 'round the soul,
Like heavy chains that tether, take their toll.
As every moment, relentless and unkind,
Demands endurance from a weary mind.

Yet do not despair, for strength resides within,
A spirit that persists, refusing to give in.
And though this battle wages on unfurled,
There's beauty in the chaos of this world.

For it is from the darkest depths we find,
The strength to rise, with resilience intertwined.
And in the struggle, empathy's seed is sown,
A gentle reminder: you are not alone.

So let the words on these ephemeral lines,
Remind you that a poet's soul aligns,
With those who face this fight within their core,
You, warriors of the mind, forevermore.
© Poetic Wolf