Poems written the end of the year
Solitude and forlorness
Aloneness and emptiness
Rain drizzling, overcast skies
Sitting here wondering where the year went by
Started with the Women’s March, so hopefully
Now the political climate is dismal
The actual climate is dismal
Heading towards Fall maybe I should call it Autumn
Just sadness and longing for the hopeful times, the beginnings
Raindrops become my teardrops
Bipolar1Blog 
I’m sorry you’re feeling unwell. I tend to have an upswing in the fall, oddly enough.
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Thank you! Funny, that’s how I used to be too. Now I pretty much only have anxiety 😏
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I hope this autumn will be different for you.
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Thank you! I hope you have a good season as well.
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