Love Poem: Bring Me Home
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Written by: Shreya Ln

Bring Me Home

What I’d like to give you, is an ounce of my perfume
So you can feel this presence; my presence 
Even after I inevitably leave 
Profound in my apology to thee

Destined to become absent 
From life’s apparent joys 
I step aside from your podium 
To be alone; to be coy 

An illness, I’m told 
Of the body, soul and mostly mind 
One minute I’m ecstatic 
The next, uncontrollably static 

Born with it, I was 
Control over it, I’ve never had
So when I leave 
Make me one promise 

To not forget
And never leave
You must bring me home 
Until when, my perfume will have to be 

Not to be 
Miles asunder 
Don’t give up on my fleet
Bring me home to thee

*This poem is about those who suffer from Bipolar Disorder and how they are benefitted from a strong support system.