Poem about Bipolar from Underground to Solar

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This poem by Marc Latham is quite an old one.  Marc held back on it as he thought it might be interpreted incorrectly, with readers thinking it made him sound all high and mighty.

It is in fact about the highs and lows of the bipolarity Marc thinks he’s had for a long time.  While the highs, or mania, can make you think you are in touch with special thoughts, the lows can make you think that life is completely futile and not worth bothering with.  Understanding what it is helps to weather the time spent on the fringes, and harness the creative thoughts the condition provides.

So while Marc guesses that most normal people, as only a small minority are supposed to be bipolar, have a much more rational or middle thought process, bipolar people spend more time on the edges of thought, where the rational gives way to the creative.

That’s probably why a lot of bipolar people seek release in creativity, while those with normal brain processes are happy in regular jobs.

Marc doesn’t think one is superior over the other, it is just a matter of different brains working differently, which also occurs in animals.

Grammatically, the poem is a little different to previous ones in that it has similar words ending and starting the lines in the two halves.

Anyway, here it is:

Mine Bipolar Mind 

high, high, high, look at my
mine mind as it fly
flies soaring at its peak
peaks and  glides, you wouldn’t speak
speaks to me, shouts to you
yours wouldn’t reach, my higher view

All is calm on the equator of the mind

You’ve got me, I’m feeling blue
blued by me, felled by you
your nightmare depths, I pass below
beneath normal limits of sorrow
sorrows and woes attacking mood
moody, moody, moody, backwards I stood