The Champion, Climbing into another fight
by Stephen Puibello
To my dear friend on Fire Island, it would have been five months today.
Wow my mind is throwing stones at me today, sitting in silence almost daily isn't living, it's living among the dead. To not be held or hugged, I see pets that get more attention and affection.
I'm told I'm strong, but today I feel so weak, like throwing in the towel at the end of a round of a fight, my fight daily, the bell which ends each round isn't loud, it's silent.
To those who know Bipolar, please know I wish I could rip it from my mind, but I can't, all I can do is numb it daily. Another long weekend approaches, another long weekend alone with my illness and and the only recourse medication that numbs the pain, medication that affords me to sleep as I'm so tired, exhausted, the thought of climbing into another, another fight only to hear that closing that ends the round.
The round is over, did you hear the bell.
This is an expression of where I am, it's writing, it's sad, please know I am strong and I will be climbing into another ring today, that I will be fighting another day, that I'm not throwing in the towel.
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