Today I wanted to share a poem that I have reworked recently. It has been featured on The Bipolar Writer a few times, but not in this newly minted edition. It’s origins date back to 2013 or 2014 when I wrote it for a writing class. In my poetry class in 2018, I had the chance to really refocus this piece. It is a depression poem I wrote in the winter time, and it really focuses on the Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) winter component to my diagnosis of Bipolar one.
You can also read other poems that will make it to my memoir here:
Winter Speaks Memories
Days of winter forever speak
their loss in endless deep.
Wind grips the skin
as if by the hand of the mind—
memories not forgotten.
Empty days pass through
the hourglass of life as winter offers little hope.
Figures never stay—
words fall like snow around me but never penetrate.
My soul’s skin stretched much too thin
like the sleepless nights that seem
to never end.
Endless is the avalanche
of depression— burying me in darkness.
But, as sunlight breaks the clouds
It touches my skin. The snow melts away the pain.
And new memories begin to grip
Faded memories of sunlight,
not so dark.
The days of winter forget to speak,
About the days away from endless deep.
By James Edgar Skye
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