There is just something about carrot cake
that seems to almost let me forgot
Forget that I am constantly at war with my brain
and that even the good days include skirmishes
And just for a moment not dwell on
all the ways I have managed to fail myself
It is as if the warmth of the spice cake
can entice me into ignoring the chaos
The chaos that exists between bipolar and trauma
that has left my brain looking like London in 1942
To ignore the disarray that comes from
never knowing why my brain is angry at me
As if the lusciousness of cream cheese icing
envelops me and keeps the despair away
Despair of knowing my diagnosis will not change
and that there is no respite from this fight
To shield me from the disheartening reality
that I will not be free from a hell of my own making
Wishing you all the carrot cake you desire! Poem is so packed with feeling. Thank you for sharing!
I love that you didn’t want to write about carrot cake but you did and it’s probably one of your best poems from the event. I also think it’s really cool how you connected it to so many heavier topics so flawlessly. I definitely want to see this one published somewhere and making waves on your socials too.