Fire

I wrote this about my son who has bipolar.

A fire blazing out of control

He screams and it seems

That a thousand voices scream with him

 

My heart beats faster

My stomach ties in knots

Here it comes again… the raging storm

 

Objects begin flying

Through the air

And the crashing glass echoes in my head

 

Memories surge of another time

Another blazing fire

And glass crashing all around me

 

I want to run away

To hide in a dark place

But I must be strong for him

 

Such a small child

To be razed by such a blazing fire

And yet I can not fix it, I must hold strong

 

As the last of the smoke dies

And I see him lying on the floor crying

I can do nothing but hold his small body

 

I know that this is just calm

Before another storm

And I can do nothing to save him

 

I must watch day by day

As my small child is eaten

By the fires of his own mind

 

 

Author's Note

This is a poem about my bipolar child. I wrote this around the time he was five, around 2000.

Reviews

[MoriartyMesa]

Believe it or not it takes a very strong person to know how to help someone. Some people can bench press a mountain, some can crack a fast ball over the stadium, others might be able to wrestle a tooth pick from an alligator. But it takes real strength, real love, real hope, and real emotion to make you who you are. 100/100

[Ama May Cooper]

This is a wonderful piece. I can sympathise not with something quite as strong i suffer from unipolar and that alone is a struggle, but to hear of a mothers tears over her childs distress it is pure beautiful. I hope your son pushes thru it and perhpas in time recovers past it because he sounds from this a very strong lad adn you have painted teh picture beautfiully you are a strong willed woman . an amazing piece keep writing

[Christina-Marie]

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