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Recovery from Mania
Some souls malfunction, biochemically,
ignoring race, religion, income too,
norms deviate into a crisis brew,
a loss of grip on scant reality.
As trauma tips the balance paucity
of sense or wits will make all reason slew,
concern ignored does not provide the clue,
and whilst the flames devour, the feeling’s glee.
If sanity returns it scans a waste:
remorse, contrition, shame, harsh self-distaste.
But life leads on and where there’s life there’s hope,
no noose so tight it doesn’t offer scope.
The phoenix and its ashes onward wind,
extremes experienced enhance the mind.
ignoring race, religion, income too,
norms deviate into a crisis brew,
a loss of grip on scant reality.
As trauma tips the balance paucity
of sense or wits will make all reason slew,
concern ignored does not provide the clue,
and whilst the flames devour, the feeling’s glee.
If sanity returns it scans a waste:
remorse, contrition, shame, harsh self-distaste.
But life leads on and where there’s life there’s hope,
no noose so tight it doesn’t offer scope.
The phoenix and its ashes onward wind,
extremes experienced enhance the mind.
Published 9th Sep 2021
| Edited 10th Sep 2021
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