ctrygirl,

Thank you for the response and kind comments. It is so interesting that, while I am manic, and doing manic things, never once do I think, "I'm manic, so I think I'll be creative". I am just me, and you are just you. Period. of

Here is another manic expression ... peace and God bless. wcsSr

For years I couldn’t see it at all,

it loomed around a corner,

just out of sight,

out of mind.

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I knew it was waiting,

but didn’t care,

it meant nothing to me.

I don’t know how it happened,

but it did

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There it was,

for me to test and wonder.

It stood there as a beacon

of my coming days, months, years

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Slowly, purposely, through comfort

or curiosity, or hope

I peeked, looked, poked, prodded,

over time I could see

that without it I couldn’t be

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We needed each other,

parasitic relationship both,

completeness, wholeness,

it had to be

for me to knowme.

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A small piece always stayed behind,

to be joined with that-which-went-before,

To go too far, to stay too long,

risked a permanent arrangement.

Coming soon enough,

on its own.

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Then one day,

nothing remained behind.

I had been released from the captivity

of  a false existence.

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The day came without fanfare or accolades,

Its arrival was unknown

even to itself.

I was in where I belonged

all the time.

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I was home at last.,

never coming back,

only wanting peace

at the expense of sanity.

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And sanity was glad to comply …