I am not at the place I call shoel
But am near it
When my heart sinks & my stomach whines
and my mind just goes on about how we are
misfits on medication - hopelessly (for the time)
trapped on these ghastly medications.
And rally misfits of the society - but now
there is hope -
for in our oppression there is light & laughter and
interests of new things and doing becomes
a word again - shoel has left - practice
the inner smile returns.