First it goes up then it goes down
Forever it goes around and around
Never resting, always spinning on and on
Destroying the mind till all sanity's gone
Inward it rolls then it turns out
Placing your sanity always in doubt
Never resting, never slowing
You never know where it is going
It carries with it your hopes and dreams
All resting on a whim or so it seems
It tosses them over here and there
It treats them without any care
Your sanity is it's play thing
No truth from it ever does ring
It makes you always question your mind
Places in doubt of what is it's kind
Onward it spins, forever it rolls
Never mindful of the pain it doles
Relationships it wrecks, lives it destroys
Plays with them like they are so many toys
It has no compassion, it never feels sorrow
It cares not a whit for today or tomorrow
All that matters is it spins like a top
And that it will never come to a stop
It is the cycle of BP, it is your life
It's always there, ever causing you strife
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How cruel this Bp cycle is. Your life is like a roller coaster that you have had this incredible strength to survive all the turmoil. You are a great role model to others with Bp. Thank You Tony.
Thank you Lynn. It is an unending trial just to survive.