Darkend(Bipolar)Mind


Pray , they say.
Pray that your demons do not manifest.
Find the light, they say.
Find the good in this world and hold on.

But,
I am friends with my demons,
and darkness is my home.
And good can only be seen through the eyes of a child,
Mine, aged and impure.

Smile, they urge.
Smile and show the world you are strong.
Laugh, they urge.
Laugh all your worries away.

But,
my smile will only mirror the cracks I have in my heart.
And yes, I will laugh, till tears roll down my cheeks.
So that the world will not be able to see that I am breaking down.

Have faith, they encourage.
Trust in Him, His time is perfect.
Practice patience, they encourage.
Perseverance grooms all man.

But,
I do believe in the Unseen, my demons are a reminder of that.
Surely His time is perfect but I do not live forever.
And my physical being lives under the oppression of time.

Help, I ask.
Deliver me from I.
Bring Salvation to my soul,
Before my demons take me to their home.

By: | Slindile Ngwenya |

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