Bipolar Bare
I would all too gladly
Swallow your Pride
If that was what you wanted.
I would be all too pleased
To Bury your Hatchet
If that was what you so desired.
I would take infinite pleasure
Pulling your Strings
If that was what you yearned for.
I would be happy
To Take your Arrow anywhere really
If that was your dream.
I am your Bipolar
Bare
Alone and cold
Riding a barrier of ice.
Alice Thierry 
Beautiful…and your capitalization for emphasis – brilliant.
Thank you!
Lovely and sad … there is an underlying yearning conveyed too. Well written!
I think I’ve been 6 feet tall and yearning since I was 10 years old!
Evocative and heart felt words…
Thanks for reading it. š
I believe I may be in love with this tantalizing work. That moment when you look across the blog at that one poem that is looking back at you, and you know…you just know. Oh, I must follow this. Thank you
~Foster
I think I don’t know what to say. Thanks. I’m glad to have touched something in you. It was quite a relief expelling it from myself…it’s good to know others can identify. You’re welcome Foster.
Dawn
your vulnerability really shines here, thanks. don’t we all still feel 10 years old sometimes, desperately wanting someone’s approval?
Hi Dawn,
I don’t know if you saw this post of mine, but I can understand. . .
http://mysexlifewithlola.com/2011/08/30/the-monk-the-maiden-or-thanatos-and-venus/
HH