Bottled Sanity
By breezesblue
Sunrise...what now?...dive back into my pillow?
find sleep again?...depends
on the dreams
try to move?...my body in motion...head spinning
where do I go?...this way?..that way?
can I find my way back?
good or evil today?...are they the same?
do I care?...do I want
to?...does it matter?
time is still...creeping...barely moving
am I awake?...is this today?...yesterday?
somewhere in between?
do I love today?...hate?...are they the same?
Invisible panic...fear...guilt...insecure
9 AM...Reminder alarm buzzing
quickly sip and swallow...my definate
answer
or may be the question?...are they the same thing?
different
shapes...sizes...blue...yellow...brown...white
damn childproof caps...brown
bottles
confusing but hopeful...swallow and wait
no longer fuzzy...spinning
has ceased
ahhh...finally..rage subsides...peace abides
once
more I absorb my bottled sanity!
Comments on "Bottled Sanity"
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On Sunday, December 20, 2015, WitheredRoses
(16) wrote:
I like how much emotion you put in to this. Well done.
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A former member wrote:
This poem is almost twisted in a way, however I can understand the authors feeling towards the medication as “sanity in a bottle.†The beginning was particularly exceptional. I can personally relate to this as having to take medication for mood turns.
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On Tuesday, March 5, 2013, Intoxicating Delirium
(273) wrote:
I love how u describe that moment if wakeing up.. This is great!