Cloak of darkness..
deannemc
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Imagine being covered by a cloak of darkness
The heavy fabric leaves you gasping for air
Your struggle for life only firms the cloaks fit
Until it entirely smothers your skin, your soul, your hair.
The fabric of my cloak is meticulously created
From threads of guilt, hopelessness and despair
Lovingly woven by silent but deafening hands
Removing my sense of worthiness for all I love and care.
My cloak of darkness constantly whispers to me
Words of discouragement, failure and self hate
Never allowing me to think with my rational mind
Caressing me with memories of my every failure & mistakes.
The without warning the cloak turns bright white
Blinding hot light running at a rapid pace
Brain in overdrive – planning, plotting, dreaming
Like a maniac on speed headlong it makes me race
And when the blinding white cloak exhausts me
Having teased me with a perfect future of dreams and goals
It silently reverts to black and whispers again
Laughing and mocking me, knowing it was always in control.
So now my cloak of darkness has a name
And I struggle knowing it will always be there
A layer of insanity now part of me
Covering my skin, my soul, my hair
The heavy fabric leaves you gasping for air
Your struggle for life only firms the cloaks fit
Until it entirely smothers your skin, your soul, your hair.
The fabric of my cloak is meticulously created
From threads of guilt, hopelessness and despair
Lovingly woven by silent but deafening hands
Removing my sense of worthiness for all I love and care.
My cloak of darkness constantly whispers to me
Words of discouragement, failure and self hate
Never allowing me to think with my rational mind
Caressing me with memories of my every failure & mistakes.
The without warning the cloak turns bright white
Blinding hot light running at a rapid pace
Brain in overdrive – planning, plotting, dreaming
Like a maniac on speed headlong it makes me race
And when the blinding white cloak exhausts me
Having teased me with a perfect future of dreams and goals
It silently reverts to black and whispers again
Laughing and mocking me, knowing it was always in control.
So now my cloak of darkness has a name
And I struggle knowing it will always be there
A layer of insanity now part of me
Covering my skin, my soul, my hair
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This one was written after my recent diagnosis of bipolar disorder.
That's what it seemed like to me because of the extreme mood change that you described. Do you feel relieved to know what it is?