Medicated

Medicated again
All passions fade away
With it sadness
But that’s passion, too

Which is better?
Still can’t decide
When I’m free I want it
When I’m subdued I hate it

Libido, creativity
Casualties to anxiety
To the “cure”
That also remedies who I am

Yet as I write this I see
It’s still somewhat here
Just not with such ease
As usual

But better to be happy
For him
Better to be unchained
All for him

Really though
I’ve just exchanged my shackles
From iron
To titanium
One itches less, I suppose

For now
I’ll stay medicated
So his world doesn’t change
And when he’s strong enough
I’ll try again
To do this on my own