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.
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