When the camp counselor told us at age five
"Go take your night meds!"
I never thought that eleven years later
I'd be sitting in bed
Wishing that my remedy
Was holding me tight

Do you know
That you
Are a drug?

You're my marijuana.

I don't know whether to use you as my vice
Or as my healing.

Choice, choices....
And you don't make them easy.

******, the pain is worsening......
So do I medicate?
Or do I ignore the pain in my chest
And deal with the withdrawal......

No.
I'm not
That strong.