i am fighting a disease,
so i became a ******
my drug of choice: just to run.
to run each day with an unfeigned grit.
the medicine for my mind.
no need for a doctor to fill the prescription.
my morphine.
my high.
ease my anxious mind
and uplift my heavy heart.
calm floods my insides,
immersed in quiet rapture.
****** exhaustion settles in
and silences the disease-
those incessant, enslaving urges that regulate my every move
are replaced by stillness.
this
is bliss.
Feb 18, 2014
Feb 18, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
i am fighting a disease,
so i became a ******
my drug of choice: just to run.
to run each day with an unfeigned grit.
the medicine for my mind.
no need for a doctor to fill the prescription.
my morphine.
my high.
ease my anxious mind
and uplift my heavy heart.
calm floods my insides,
immersed in quiet rapture.
****** exhaustion settles in
and silences the disease-
those incessant, enslaving urges that regulate my every move
are replaced by stillness.
this
is bliss.
this one is personal/literal...first time working through some of my OCD via poetry.
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