Some days my feet are light
And I dance as if on air
Other days they’re heavy
As I trudge a path of despair
While in my lows, I wallow
Yet my highs can touch the stars
But whether in joy or sadness
My heart is wherever you are
A short poem ~ by Meg Sorick
Just a note; this is hyperbole, lest you all think I’m suffering from bipolar disorder.
Meg Sorick, Author/Artist 
Many poems have a hint of ennui to them. It’s not hyperbole.
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Depending on the intent of the author, yes. This is more than a hint of ennui, I think.
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‘You got to bleed a little while you sing; lest the words don’t mean a thing.’
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I heartily agree! Thank you!
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beautiful poem 🙂 I don’t think you should have to recant and say your not suffering bipolar. We all suffer our own, assumptions are for assholes. Good job
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Haha! Thanks, Norma! Just don’t want my friends to worry!
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Oh haha! You should see the texts I’ve received since writing my novel. I actually had to make a public post on Facebook that I did not leave my husband, it is a fictional story LOL I guess that makes us convincing writers?
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Yes! That is a grand ‘compliment’ to provoke that kind of response! 😃
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I ignore, totally, the footnote, and accept it as it is, lovely job!
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Wonderful! Thank you, Peter!
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Gorgeous sorrow yielded
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Ah, thank you lovely! ❤️
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Lovely poetry dear Meg. Just beautiful!
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Thank you, Holly!
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Hyperbole? No, this is really sweet!
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Thank you, Eilene!
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Simply beautiful
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Thank you!
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A perfect poem!
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Thank you!
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Sums me up in a nutshell! Lovely words.
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Thank you so much! 🙏
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