Out of the Night

by WindOfChang1

Years of confusion and absent of light,
I walked alone embracing the night.
Through episodes of ecstasy and utter delight
To the depths of despair and foreboding fright.

Obsessions with "whys," causes, and cure,
I spent many an hour in attempts to endure.
Years of study, I must know for sure,
The trust in clinicians has become so obscure.

The answers are coming, though slowly at times,
Hope springs eternal, a musical chime.
Into the light now, leaving the night behind,
This poem is a horror, but the lines all rhyme.

WindOfChang1 is a member of our Bipolar Disorder community, and originally posted this poem on our Forum.