Ode to Lexapro

You beautiful little saviors

Scored down the middle like sourdough loaves

Tempering the storm that brews in my brain

Composing brash broadsides

No one should have to hear.

You tiny thing of many clumsy names

Drying up the deluge that threatens

The weakened dams of my nervous heart and mind

The barricades of therapies

That only hold for so long.

Without you, I ache;

Without you, I sob,

I break.

Sweet Lexa,

You fill the cracks with gold

And repair my shattered ceramic soul. Dear Lexapro,

Even your powers only go so far

My attention caught by some fleeting,

Rising star

But if I ever leave again, call after me

You beautiful little saviors.