Mighty strength tonight
Incoming positive energy
Light up the face, heart, soul
Expression shows
Starry, starry night
Mighty strength tonight Incoming positive energy Light up the face, heart, soul Expression shows
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The ballerina dances
She gracefully leaps She gracefully turns She’s on her tip toe The music takes her Where she expresses Where she finds herself Where she’s free When she finishes She bows humbly She enjoys the applause She’s acknowledged I want to write something beautiful
But not in the mood I want to feel good But my head, my heart Won’t let me Love doesn’t come easy It is hurting me I know I should not write this poem So negative But I hope it will relieve me From agony This is almost the last trial To bring back a good mood A comfortable feeling I have confidence to do that (I hope) Went for a walk
Along the coast The sun is hot The breeze is cool Watching the sea And clouds above I’m no longer perturbed Thanks to nature I find a happier me A struggle between love and anger
I choose love over anger Days then filled with laughter Despite sufferings I passively fight Let time shows Let achievement proves I’m not grandiose I’m not dreaming a futile dream I strive for my dreams I work hard to make them realised I’m happy to say that So far all my dreams have come true So psychiatrist dear Don’t put me in agony Just so you can cover your back Raindrops on the leaves
Like teardrops contained in my eyes They trickled down my cheeks Cleansing my heart of sorrow I wiped them dry Before anyone could see Why this unhappy When there is so much to hope for I have come so far Gone through falls after falls Haven’t I got up quicker and quicker each time Why lament over bad times The present is present Treasure what I have How much courage I can find in me
Courage to follow my dreams Courage to persist Courage to fight for my well-being Courage to stand up from falls Will there be a day My courage runs out Will there be a day I give up on my dreams I give up on my ideals I tell myself There won’t be such a day There shouldn’t be such a day! |
AuthorI started late to become a writer, after I graduated from the University of Auckland at the age of 57. It all began when one of my articles was first published in Muse, a magazine in Hong Kong. I just finished my first novel Tree which is about Chinese immigrants here in New Zealand. Being bipolar it hasn't been easy but I'm proud to have broken the vicious cycle and begin to enjoy life. I'm glad to have survived to this age and be able to live a most fulfilling life. Categories |