I won’t always walk gently.
Sometimes I will stomp, and I will rage,
and my footsteps will shake
the mountains of love
you have heaped upon my earth.
I won’t always speak kindly.
Sometimes I will spit, and I will scream,
and the venom from my tongue will poison
the oceans of love
you have brought to my shores.
I won’t always live passionately.
Sometimes I will hide, and I will cry,
and the blackness from my soul will darken
the gardens of love
you have planted at my door.
I won’t always be me.
Sometimes I will be the very thing
I have been fighting against,
and it will swallow me, and it will laugh,
and I will climb out of the depths of it all
to meet you gently, and kindly,
and passionately again.
© Nicole Lyons 2017
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Nicole Lyons 
So so beautifully devastating! Your words really seem to be coming right from my soul. My anger has been the hardest for me to handle, the one part of my bipolar that just takes control and will wreak havoc. Thank you so much for sharing so much of yourself with us. You are beautiful
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Amy, thank you so much for this thoughtful and amazing comment. This illness is so touch, but we’re tougher (sometimes) I send you love.
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I hear those who ask how to love someone with Bipolar (or several other labels). I would give them this beautiful poem and tell them not to forget, whatever happens, that promise at the end.
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Thank you, my friend, that means the world.
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Reblogged this on cabbagesandkings524 and commented:
Nicole gives both warning and promise.
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Absolutely gorgeous
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Really fantastic…you’ve captured it completely. Well done!
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Thank you
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This is so very moving. Well worded and well written. 😊💛
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Thank you Walt
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You’re very welcome 😊
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