Moose Knuckles

for the sharing of poetry, observations, epiphanies, and conclusions
Tue Jan 17

The First Month Off The Medications You Have Been Taking Daily for Approximately 14 Years, If You Remember Correctly

At one week,

The headaches move from ear to ear

A reminder that your body does not approve

Your eyes dart like strobe lights

Nausea turns a few blocks into a rhythmic hell

The cruelest metronome

Never misses a beat

Forget “advil” or “Tylenol”

This is retribution for dependency

You are paying for 14 years of borrowed comfort

Each breath feels hazardous

Each step is just that, one small step in what you hope is the right direction

Even when you sleep, your body protests

~~~~~~

At two weeks, a boy makes a suggestion

You decline,

But find yourself walking through a town that is slow at the edges

Looking at your frosted world thinking

Isn’t this fascinating?

The cheapest drunk there ever was

Some people would call this crazy

~~~~~~

At three weeks,

You feel your reactions like neon lights

Bright and colorful

And way too intense

You are on a bench laughing

And your friends are laughing

And you are laughing and then

You are really laughing

It hurts this laughing

It burns, this laughing and then you are crying

And you are laughing

And you are embarrassed

And you are unstoppable

Thinking Normal people don’t feel like this

But you do now

Some people would call this crazy

~~~~~~~~~

At one month,

Every loud noise is an electric shock

You shriek in the subway

Everyone is looking at you

Your nerves a thin layer of ice

The crunchy kind

People are staring at you and you feel the tears

Breaking through your wall of wide eye

You are laughing

Because you were crying,

And the absurdity of the reaction is in fact

Hilarious

Some people would call this crazy

This strange emotional high

It thrills you

The prospective emotional low terrifies you

The last time you forgot your meds, it found you after two weeks

It has been four weeks

You must be winning

You are working on your breathing

Crazy

Counting to 10

Crazy

Pushing for neutral

Crazy

You forgot how exhausting it is to feel so much all the time

Crazy

You are grateful

Those old stabilizers

They were important

They were necessary

But you are older now

Ready for this

You have never been more ready

To go crazy

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