there are
days
where i
search for
home lobotomies
because i just
need to eradicate
the nagging voice
of anxiety

to be free of
the burden
worrying over
impossibilities
because things
are too quiet

miswired
thriving in chaos
while yearning
for a peace of mind
a piece of my mind
will not allow

there must be
a way to miss
the necessary bits
as the tiny hammer
tink tinks
its way into a
better tomorrow

but would you
know what was missing
the errant strays
caught while
silencingselfdissention
preventing self destruction
withasmidgeofcelldissection

i worry it is
the misery which
unlocks beauty
in my broken brain
without anxieties
driving neurons
would i need to write

i grow so tired
of being all i
have ever been
waging war on art
with both hemispheres
tied behind my back
but being bipolar
is a desolate slog
of crawling across
broken pieces of
soulshatter dismay
only to bounce in
anelectrifiedfrenzy
going nowhere at
the speed of thought