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Poetry
…Much More Than Bipolar Spiritual Being created in love by the Universe for the Universe.Daughter, to the Divine Goddess and God above. Mother, to the biggest blessing life can offer, a precious daughter. Sister, to a younger brother whom I miss very much. Aunt, to a beautiful niece and nephew with whom I'd like to bond with. Lover of nature, rocks, trees, streams, rocks, and the ocean. Lover of the Elements - water, fire, earth, air, spirit Pisces from beginning to end in the fullest sense of the definition )-( Lesbian - finally fully realizing my worth, my preferences, my sexuality In Love with a woman who is helping me recover my spirit Cutter - Self-mutilator, RECOVERING (though I never thought possible) But no one is worth me hurting myself! Insatiable - always willing to go safely to the next sensual level Very Wacky in a fun loving way Pagan - in love with Mother Earth, The Sun, The Moon, The stars and all our other planets. In tune with lunar cycles and energy fluctuations Writer, poet, fiction novelist, song lyricist Dreamer who gets lost in worlds full of vibrant colors and visual challenges Artist, visionary - acrylics, watercolor, colored pencils - vibrant expressions of self Student of life - never prepared, but always willing to learn a new lesson, pain and all. Alcoholic, RECOVERING. Thank the Universe! Anorexic- working on little meals throughout the day and finding I am healing. Bipolar & on meds but still riding the wave because there's nothing else for one to do. Borderline - but self-learning cognitive behavior therapy to alter my reactions to similar situations and circumstances Delusional, hearing lil' whispers calling me by birth name before I drift asleep Spastic, hyper, bouncy red rubber ball hip hoppin' off the walls Bisexual - a mask to hide my true sexuality Atypical- not caring one way or the other Rape SURVIVOR Abuse SURVIROR Asexual - preferring to not be intimate with anyone at all Grandiose, believing I can conquer the world. Deflated, because I know I can't. Exhausted, not having the energy to open my lids. Lonely, sometimes just wanting to cry and hide under a snuggly down comforter on a big huge bed with lots and lots of pillows. Vain - milking my looks before they go away, Yet fearful I've never had them anyway. Reclusive, puzzled by the so-called sanity outside my door: Arsons, Mutilations, Murders Child molestations… Honking cars, Traffic Jams, too much out there - Inside here is preferable, where I am sure of who I am And who I can become. By Mara McWilliams Please note:
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