The Ultimate Victory
It was fleeting,
Never around.
I searched,
Lost, not to be found.
Map in hand,
Advice in mind.
I tried it all,
Yet life was not kind.
Battle after battle,
Over something so small.
I lost every fight,
My armor took a toll.
Broken, shattered,
Engulfed by sadness.
I had been defeated,
Nearing madness.
But then I saw it,
That unfamiliar warm light.
It blanketed my body,
I finally found sight.
No longer a child,
No longer difficult.
I destroyed my enemy,
In one fell swoop.
They pleaded for surrender,
But I cared no more.
I gave them no mercy,
None to my Bipolar Disorder.
Goodbye anxiety.
Hello, happiness.
I thought you forgot about me,
But with your presence, I am now blessed.
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