I originally posted this poem on my blog, but I wanted to share it with ya’ll.

When it’s late and I can’t sleep

My thoughts run long and deep

My mind wanders where it will

And I get a secret thrill

As I send up wishes on the wings of butterflies

That keep fluttering through my mind

I think of pain, I think of love

The challenges to rise above

I can do it if I try

It’s ok if I must cry

I’ll look inside and I’ll dig deep

To find the strength that I must keep

My voice will never fade away

I’m here to fight, I’m here to stay

I saw a spark, I saw a peek

When the illness was getting weak

I want my angel girl here with me

I wish the bipolar would just flee

On the wings of butterflies…

On the wings of butterflies…

On the wings of butterflies…

It’s so hard to watch anyone suffer from mental illness. But it must be hardest of all to watch a child. So young, with no life expierence to compare their feelings to.  To be a kind and loving heart trapped within a chemically unbalanced brain. So lost, so sad…..I so look forward to the day when things line up, the meds and the therapy, the learning environment and the damn stars and planets if that’s what it takes to see her smile, all the way to her eyes without the shadows of sadness or the vacancy of too much meds…