It is, after all,
lifeblood and poison both,
spreading across the page.
About this poem.
Spawned by a conversation at my favorite diner this morning, about how often people don’t take their meds regularly for psychological issues like depression, anxiety, bi-polar, BPD and the like.
Even when I’m not feeling it. I write. It really is like medicine. Take it every day and it works. Play with the dosage and it doesn’t.