Roller Coaster by Justin Farley
No waiting lines.
No ticket fees.
I was born strapped in your seat.
You took me up.
You took me down.
No choice in where I was bound.
But you soared me too high.
You crashed me too low.
I fried in Hell's fiery furnace, writhed in winter's snow.
A thrilling ride
for a moment's time,
but now no way to stop this racing mind.
For a moment's time
A slow, quiet rest,
but now bleak, cold, and dead inside my chest.
No way to curb the madness.
No way to calm the fear.
No way to halt this ride and get out of here.
Corkscrews and loops.
Falls and climbs.
I spend my life riding the moods of my mind.
- This Mental Health Poem That Rhymes Written by Justin Farley
If you enjoyed this poem you may enjoy my bipolar and nature poetry collection, “Summer Days Sunburnt Nights”.
About Bipolar Poem About Living With Mental Illness
Anyone who has dealt with bipolar disorder knows what it’s like to feel like your life is a constant roller coaster. You click up the tracks and reach the summit, feeling on top of the world. But soon come crashing down, picking up speed and racing through tunnels, curves, and loops. It may be exciting to feel out of control for a few minutes on a ride, but when it becomes the way you describe your life, enjoyment isn’t one of the words that comes to mind.
It’s exhausting living with bipolar, not knowing which “you” is going to wake up the next day. Are you going to be racing with energy, crazy in an episode of mania? Or are you going to wake without enough energy to even get out of bed and struggle to make it through the day filled with depression? Mental illness, and specifically bipolar disorder, can make you feel like your whole life is one long roller coaster ride you can’t get off of.
If you enjoyed this post, you may also like my poem “The Clouds of Mourning”
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