Ode to Focalin

in life •  4 months ago


After the meds wear off and my brain
ticks back over to its normal I cry
over dinner, on the couch, into my hands
as if catching my tears would wash
me from the shores of depression
desert thinking, no mirage, no oasis
until the next pill forces the light
back into my tunnel vision, hyperfocus
so I can create. Do. Succeed.

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