Poetic Bipolar Mind

For the Small Hours: “What the Night Keeps” — Substack Issue #2

Most people surrender the small hours. Issue #2 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind Substack, “What the Night Keeps,” was written for the ones who can’t — the minds that won’t rest, counting the hours like old wounds while the house sleeps.

It pairs a short reflection on belonging to the night with a poem written just for the issue, about shattered things that still hold the light they swallowed. If the night has ever handed you something back, this one will feel like it was left on your pillow.

📖 Read it free on Substack: https://poeticbipolarmind.substack.com/p/what-the-night-keeps

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