Poetic Bipolar Mind

Still Standing, Still Rising: “The Thing I Am When I Rise” — Substack Issue #3

October asks harder questions than the summer did. Issue #3 of the Poetic Bipolar Mind Substack, “The Thing I Am When I Rise,” is Kiana Jimenez writing through the season anyway — a reflection on the mind’s old negotiations with the dark, and a poem written just for the issue about being the storm and the shelter, the breaking and the blade… and standing anyway.

Its thesis fits in one line: survival is a verb. It moves. It reaches for the pen even when the hand is shaking.

📖 Read it free on Substack: https://poeticbipolarmind.substack.com/p/the-thing-i-am-when-i-rise

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