My Medicine
It all started:
Sew Stitch Stitch
No, doesn’t work, ditch this
Tape, glue, glue
This red heart is all blue
Cut it all up
Again I slipped up
Looking for someone to mend it all up
But then they ripped it all up
So I have to stitch it back up
But I can’t do it alone; I need backup
Maybe a hookup?
Or bottoms up?
No that won’t work
I have to sew it all up
Sew Stitch Stitch
No, doesn’t work, ditch this
I left it broken.
I sought help.
Everybody has their own medicine.
You got to find yours, they said.
And I did.
This. Is. It.
Art gives me my strength back.
It gives me power.
It completes me.
It heals my soul.
It stitches my ripped heart.
And makes it beat.
It draws the path of the blood flow in my veins.
It opens up my mind and connects it to my soul.
That is the magic of it all.
How about you?
What is YOUR medicine?