PoetryJo walks to wellness

Cashing in prescription after prescription,

Month after month, year upon year.

A time when you weren’t medicated,

You can’t recall It’s all a blur!

So long the positives are outweighed by the problems

The fog of thinking unclearly,

Straight through the memory-loss

the fatigue, oh the unbelievable exhaustion

So familiar the motion of popping a pill,

That the thought of stopping pulls you up short,

What if the depression deepens, what if you end up worse off?

The fear of the unknown grows…

Day after day, you give it a go,

Weaning off the 3 tablets a day down to 2

Then one then none.

Perhaps it was just a comfort blanket all along!