Small pills

Just some thoughts of a fella with bipolar disorder

They give me medications
That come in different colors
And vary in size
Small pills to keep me alive

One to stop me from getting Too high
And another
To cushion my certain
Lows

Every pill with its own faults
Attempting to cure my crooked thoughts
A gamble with each prescription
For a life that's worth living

They give me these medications
All with the same goal
But at times I wonder
Is there a cure

for a broken soul

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

The Ground of Being can't be broken, but lithium can control highs and lows.