There are days where I am infused with sudden strength.
It rushes through me like a river with a dam to break.
In it I am swept away, along with all the hours I lay weeping.
And while my legs do not dance, I am no longer still.
I am numb from cold rather than pain.
It is refreshing to feel.
Gliding along, the hum of mania buzzing through my brain.
It puts a smile on my face.
In a strange place of peace.
The ride is short and sweet.
The river slows and shallows.
The skin on my back scrapes against sand.
Once again I am beached.
The land welcomes me back.
I cannot move, or breathe, or speak in this place.
A silent victim of the natural self.