Rhyme Time Poem by Danette Frenz

Laughter outside,
no one can deride
the feeling I have, inside.

A mixed state
no one can berate,
is a part of my Bipolar One,
as I come undone.

Happy and snappy,
wanting to take a 'nappy'.

Up and down,
the feelings that surround,
like a merry-go-round.

Spinning, spinning, feeling dizzy,
feeling lost, in a tizzy.

Medication, education, makes up me...
...but still, I can see.

A vision of no derision,
I make my decision.

To be strong,
even if I'm wrong.

I'll sing a song
among the throngs...

I am a person,
not a worse one.

I am Bipolar One,
don't be stunned.

It is good and bad,
has me sad, glad and rad.

It's a gift,
gives me a lift.

At it's best, creativity,
much activity.

It has me rhyming,
within this timing.

I can still write,
with much insight.

It is my light,
in my life, tonight.