Poem: Bloodletting

blood on the sidewalk.jpg


I write.
Every day.
Like medicine.

It is, after all,
a bloodletting,

a release,
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.



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