The colours, they always brought me hope,
Aura-binding, hue-enhancing,
Pink, yellow, blue, green, indigo,
But where is the pink, the love I know?
I went through life from goals to achievements,
Strengths to knowledge,
Triumph and growth,
But I fell apart,
Underlying predisposition,
Some of us break at the seams,
Myself: undiagnosed manic depressive.
Etching large shadowy figures on my
Bedroom walls,
Self-harm,
Tears they would fall,
Such joy, elation at some
Then tirades I’d turn,
Over perfectionism,
What was going on…?
My warning signs?
Even I failed to learn.
So begins my tale,
Decade-long struggles
Horrifying relapses to be

witnessed and unfold
Truth be told
Not all needs enormous detail…
(C) 2022 Lauren M. Hancock poetry and prose. All rights reserved.
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