I need to stop shaking
(and and calling it the tremors of undiagnosed Anxiety)
I need lithium
I need a friend who tells me not to apologise and
Who understands, with weary acquiescence,
That showing compassion for someone like me
Is cushioning the blow
For a bird on its hundredth crash-landing.
I need to be an only child –just for a second–
So that I can tease the surface of my forearm
Without hearing guilt crack like a sledgehammer
Against the pristine sanctity of an oath "I won't
If you won't" I need to stop feeling
Sadness like a gastric band around my internal organs;
Inviting my waist to implode as each
Appetite languishes where it once waxed
Indomitable.
I need to stop shaking.
[Disclaimer: I feel the need to state that this is merely the voice of a persona –wouldn't want to arouse any unnecessary concern!]
