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i was inspired by my friend john to share this poem when he asked for input about legal (and illegal) drugs on his latest blog (johnsmulo.com). myself, i have a love/hate relationship with medicine. on the one hand, it allows me to be as close to emotionally normal as i can right now. on the other, i have to have it to be even remotely emotionally normal. one part blessing, one part curse. but i take my medicine every day without fail. i will most likely take it every day without fail until i die. for without the blessing of medicine, i would be cursed to live a half-life that would not be worth living. some days i'm just not sure how i feel about that.
Pill
seek where you want
look where you will
the key to me
is locked in this pill
blessing or curse
you must decide
knowing some of me
is found inside
my best or my worst
you tell me
is it my chain
or does it set me free
a burden too bare
or one to withstand
what do i hold
inside my hand
it may be medicine
but it feels addictive
the only means i have
to be somewhat self-restrictive
what would happen
without this key
the one that locks away
bits and pieces of me
i don't want to know
uncertainty is pain
so i let a drug
be my rein
i'll take it willingly
until i die
so i might not believe
my countless lies
mask the half
that shouldn't be seen
try never to create
any sort of scene
you won't find my soul
thought you look quite hard
because the pill you see
has become my heart
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