Whirlpool

I’m not empty, I’m spiraling

Currents clash, streams of consciousness collide

Love and understanding and confidence crash into loathing and anxiety and loneliness

The good meets the bad and makes the ugly

Spinning unceasingly, pulling me in

Drowning me in a bipolar bombora

Positivity does not replace Negativity

Happiness does not restore Sadness

They mix and morph and stir and spread

An unhinged hodgepodge of hope

Funneling, funnily enough, into fierce fidelity

Replaying, reliving, resurfacing

Undertow until ultimately

I can see the sky, feel the sun

And watch my waters calm