The tide it is brutal

Her fight though it prevails

The disease is un-discerning

Her efforts they are brave

The disorder it now orders

Her thoughts & behaviours

And The chaos interrupts

Her life with such danger

The situation always invisible

Until at once it is critical

The high has crashed so fast

Her mood now zero, Splat!

The flat-line here it comes

As the frame comes undone

Her pain is double raw

By the nerves now extra fraught

Yet it is here in the bare wasteland

Of the flat depressive homeland

That She will lick her familiar wounds

Recover & then transcend.

 

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