Poem: A Little Ode to Medication – 16/06/20

- A/N: The audience here are figures of authority, such as a psychiatrist, therapist, or treating team, and here I try to explain my disdain for being analysed with little care for my personality and its traits, only based upon the bare clinical facts. - 

The medications cause a quagmire
of swimming thoughts and regret,
while my state of mind alters for the better,
I wonder, why did my condition show his face?

A misspent youth?
Self-abuse?
Melancholy requiring a revellation
of the truth?

Here's what I have to say:
naught,
I shan't allow further seating,

no more window views,
purveyors of ill-fated gossip,
throw your words to the wind,
and allow me to sleep,

my dreaming is important,
it's where I escape, 
rhyme and weave,

my thoughts allow me to dance, 
unimpeded 
along with them,
I cherish these.

© 2020 Lauren M. Hancock. All rights reserved. 
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