Up and Down

A force within, pulled down and up,
Racked my brain, and wreaked havoc
With my heart. My life a shambles,
Holding onto the end of the shipwreck.

Created to be—something—unique.
Sometimes it seems as though I am
A monster, sometimes a master,
Most of the time something in between.

At the mercy of my emotions,
A manic-depressive collage,
Created and creating,
Something from it all.

And somewhere in there,
A mind struggles to make sense
Of the ups and downs,
Finding redemptive meaning in it.

Sometimes I wonder,
Is it possible?

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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