Reflective Stanzas on the Bipolar Nexus of Our Budding Friendship

A love such as ours is bittersweet;
one moment we are at peace,
and then like that we dash one another
to the ground beneath the other's feet.
Is there no end? Is there no cease
in hurting and shredding the other?

I sometimes do often wonder
about us (the ebb and flow
of our long hours together
in deep conversations) and ponder
the meaning of it all: the no,
the yes, the why, and the whether.

Whether this joining of minds
of ours in bipolar nexus shall last,
no one but us can really say;
what matters as the future unwinds
is that we put aside our doubts of the past
and as friends embrace a more certain day.

Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2019-08-03 at 16:57

Tags Bipolar  Friendship  Love 

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Friendship is just like a bar of gold, you will
cherished every moment of it...
love it!Thank you for sharing!

I enjoyed this.
Friendship is the act of being taken for the who that you are and accepting others for being themselves.
There is no facade to real friendship, it is a matter of "warts and all".