Without warning . . . . . . I shared bi-polar anguish seven years. Didn't know Jimi Hendrix, only the music.+ First wife couldn't be understood; decades later second was best friend, then understood perfectly, in deepest anguish, worse than being mangled in a wreck. Now I know I was drawn to them, because I'd seen deepest sorrow, and highest joy, within. Concerned to draw another, I stay myself; but hold not back compassion, for theirs is greater than yours, though you think not; their love, too, deeper than you may want to know. By sorcerous potions, drawn away suddenly, under spell of lithium+, paxil/prozac and a dozen other "sundries." We best friends, then lost of each other, love of closest friend ever, gone . . . . . . in distant haze, doctors and family uncaring . . . and faith lost of compassion between dearest friends. --10/5/07 |