I thank God for the medicine. I’m hurting again and no one can stop it. Loud noises ricochet inside my brain and nothing sounds the same. You’re a memory now and I guess a part of me is too. I thank God for the medicine that brings me down. Cold water always makes me feel like drowning. Turns to tunnel vision. My lungs will fill with air once they feel worthy- I’m sure of it. You thank God for the medicine and call it a your favorite cop-out. Tell me it’s your version of fair because you were born in the wrong mindset. I think I still believe you because I choose to. Take the memory and watch it play like an old movie and maybe that’s where we begin to heal. Pull the numbness away and ask what’s left of you. Watch your spirt begin to dance like it never wandered. -AMT©️