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Pull me under the wave and trap me in silence

by EsmerayaRose


Warning: This work has been rated 16+.

I wake up in a world painted with shadows,

where every morning feels like a fight against the weight,

the blanket of gray that smothers my dreams,

and I wonder if I’m the only one

who feels the silence screaming.

There’s a fire inside me,

and sometimes it burns too bright—

sparks flying, laughter echoing,

I become invincible,

giddy with possibilities,

but then the crash comes,

like a wave pulling me under.

What’s wrong with you?

They ask, with eyes that don’t see the storm,

and I wear my mask,

a smile plastered on,

the perfect version of myself

that crumbles in the dark.

I tread the line between light and shadow,

dancing on the edge of chaos,

and when I’m manic,

the world is a canvas,

colors splashed wildly,

but when the tide turns,

it’s all muted,

the laughter turns to echoes,

and I’m left with the guilt

of feeling too much,

yet never enough.

I want to scream,

but the words get caught in my throat,

I’m afraid of the silence that follows,

the judgment that cuts deeper than my own thoughts.

I don’t want to be a puzzle,

pieces scattered,

with no one to help me find the edges.

It’s a cycle,

this dance I never chose,

a constant push and pull,

where happiness feels like a lie,

and sadness is a familiar friend.

I try to explain,

but my words fade

into a void of misunderstanding.

They prescribe breathing,

meditation,

as if I can breathe away the storms,

as if a walk can unearth the roots

of this tangled mess inside me.

But I know,

this isn’t a simple fix

I wake up,

the sun a knife slicing through shadows,

and I can’t tell if it’s the light or the ache

that blinds me.

They ask,

“What’s wrong?”

Like it’s a puzzle to be solved,

a riddle hidden in the creases of my smile.

I wear it well,

this mask of normalcy,

crafted from the fabric of my fragmented thoughts.


In the manic moments,

I am a whirlwind,

spinning through the air,

my laughter echoing like a siren,

but deep inside,

the ground trembles,

the cracks widening,

waiting to swallow me whole

I am a paradox,

a dancer in the dark,

twirling between the highs and lows,

where the world spins wildly,

and I can’t catch my breath.

They don’t see the storm inside,

just the calm I project,

as if I’m a painting,

vivid colors on a canvas,

but beneath, the brushstrokes are erratic,

chaotic,

a flood of emotions that drown me.

I try to explain,

but the words slip away,

like sand through my fingers,

and I’m left with these echoes,

the unanswered questions,

the weight of their expectations.

“Why can’t you just be happy?”

As if it’s a choice,

as if joy is a light switch,

to flick on and off at will.

I wrap myself in blankets,

hiding from the world,

the ache of existence,

the endless cycle of pretending,

while I carry the burden of my truth.

I don’t want pity;

I want understanding,

a bridge built with compassion,

to cross this chasm of despair.

But here I am,

a warrior in a fragile body,

fighting battles no one sees,

rising and falling,

with every heartbeat,

and still, I stand,

even when the world feels too loud,

even when the silence screams,

I am here,

and I am enough. 


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This poem, I Wake Up in a World Painted with Shadows, is a striking exploration of the emotional volatility and internal strife that accompany living with mental health struggles, particularly the duality of manic and depressive states. The speaker navigates the highs and lows of existence with a palpable sense of fragility and strength, offering the reader an intimate glimpse into the complex experience of emotional turbulence, masked pain, and the search for understanding. Through vivid, sensory-rich imagery and raw emotional expression, the poem speaks to both the isolation of mental illness and the fierce desire for connection and acceptance. The poem flows in free verse, allowing the speaker’s thoughts and emotions to move fluidly, without the constraints of a rigid form. The lack of formal structure mirrors the internal chaos that the speaker experiences. There is an ebb and flow between the highs and lows, as the poem shifts seamlessly between moments of brightness and moments of darkness, paralleling the speaker’s own emotional oscillations. The recurring refrain of “I try to explain” and “they ask” highlights the cyclical nature of the speaker’s experience—attempting to communicate their pain but often feeling misunderstood.

The line breaks are deliberately uneven, with some lines stretching long and others truncated, creating a sense of urgency and tension. This unevenness reinforces the emotional volatility and the speaker’s feeling of being caught in a perpetual push-and-pull between external expectations and internal realities. Additionally, the poem’s use of enjambment (where sentences spill over into the next line) creates a continuous, unbroken flow of thought, mirroring the constant mental and emotional activity of the speaker's mind. The tone of the poem is one of raw vulnerability and emotional depth. The speaker’s language is confessional, intimate, and full of yearning. There is a sense of quiet despair that runs through the poem, yet it is tempered by moments of fierce self-assertion, as the speaker refuses to be entirely consumed by their emotional state. Despite the overwhelming pain and confusion, there is a resilience in the speaker’s voice—an acknowledgment of their internal battles, but also a recognition of their survival. The poem moves through moments of chaotic energy, followed by deep sorrow, with each emotional shift rendering the speaker’s experience both intense and relatable.

The emotional impact of the poem is profound, as it not only explores the complexity of mental health struggles but also highlights the isolation that often accompanies them. The speaker’s internal dialogue—caught between highs and lows, between wearing a mask and yearning for understanding—resonates with anyone who has ever struggled to reconcile their internal world with the expectations of the external one. The poem invites empathy and connection, as it challenges the reader to see beyond the surface and recognize the depth of emotional pain and resilience that exists within. I Wake Up in a World Painted with Shadows is a poignant and compelling exploration of the complexities of mental health, the constant tension between emotional extremes, and the desire for understanding in a world that often fails to grasp the depth of one’s internal struggles. The poem’s raw emotional honesty, vivid imagery, and lyrical flow capture the essence of what it feels like to live in the chaos of one’s mind—where moments of brilliance are overshadowed by the darkness, and where connection feels both necessary and elusive. Ultimately, the poem is a powerful reminder that even in the midst of emotional turmoil, survival is an act of strength, and that the struggle itself does not define one's worth. The closing lines, “I am here, / and I am enough,” offer a quiet but resolute affirmation of the speaker's existence, resilience, and value—a powerful conclusion to a deeply moving piece.




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Hello, this was a very good read. the way I interpreted it is that this is explaining what your experience with bipolar disorder is like considering you mention mania and highs and lows. you feel alone with this you feel as if no one understands what you're going through and all they are doing to "help" you is telling you to go for a walk and take deep breaths when in reality that doesn't help and you know it doesn't. I do not have bipolar but I do a bunch of research on mental health disorders and one of them was bipolar. I do not know whether or not you are referring to bipolar 1 or 2 but either way it is bipolar. Bipolar can make it so hard to function and know if what you are feeling is real and from what I have heard other people say is that when you are experiencing a manic episode you don't realize you are. but I am aware that disorders effect everyone differently, but either way I know it is hard to acknowledge this but do know you are not alone and there are ways to help manage bipolar i'm not saying cure it but help you manage it.




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2019aquarious says...



This is fantastic. The name is so enchanting, it feels like something from a Taylor swift song or a Billie Ellish lyric. I like the way you break up the lines. It is such a well written peom.




EsmerayaRose says...


thank you




In short, Mrs. Pontellier was beginning to realize her position in the universe as a human being, and to recognize her relations as an individual to the world within and about her.
— Kate Chopin, The Awakening