I found this a while back and thought it was deep. It's included in the book The Bipolar Child... I guess written for parents struggling with raising a bipolar child.
I sometimes checkout the sight for symptoms of bipolar children because i worry like hell about my sweet kids.

Keepers of the Storm

We have watched the seasons change, within a single day,
We've seen their searing heat succumb- to lonely skies of winter's grey
We have seen their silver lining fade before out eyes,
Clouds with scorched and blackened edges scattered in their skies.

Lightning out of nowhere, storms that rage within
Dreamscapes filled with terror, nightmares never end.
Heaven lies before them, submerged in fiery flames.
Calling through the silence, we hear them speak our names.

For we are the watchers,
The keepers of the storm
We have tamed the lightning
Protecting them from harm
Ever standing sentry
Holding back the reins
Sheltering their wearied souls
from thunder's harsh refrain
Dams that won't be broken
We detain the flooding tides
A vigil left unspoken
Until the front subsides

We stand our post unyeilding to, the pending hurricanes
Twisters dance upon their souls, yet we shall bear the pain
Shouldering the weight for them, when they can fight no more
Guarding from the tidal waves, that break on peaceful shores

Fatigue is our companion and, we rest on beds of nails
The mind's eye ever watchful of, the winds that tell the tale,
Blowing- ever shifting- we shall see the signs again
For we have learned to listen to the voices of the wind.

For we are the watchers
The keepers of the storm
We can tame the lightning,
Shielding them from harm
Ever standing sentry
Holding back the rains
Sheltering their wearied souls
From thunder's harsh refrains
Dams that won't be broken
We will stand the tests of time
Our vigil is our hope and-
We will see the front subside.