A peace lily sits on an unfamiliar windowsill
The room is agonisingly bare
Beneath my spine the plastic undersheet wrinkles
Where are You?
Outside in the courtyard a mosaic seagull soars
I send messages in his beak to my baby girls
I look in the mirror while I sip the elderflower cordial
And say to my unbelieving face, “you are Loved”
An arum lily sits on my dressing table
Framed by my Mother’s Day cards
I can hold you both and I can tell you, “you are Loved”
Outside the seagulls call to each other
And soar above the clouds
Maybe You are there
I’ve written this poem in honour of World Bipolar Day 2015. Strength for today and hope for tomorrow.