Pills a necessity, not a cure.

Today he wrote without the sound of words

He wrote to the beat of a silent heart

Relaxed, satisfied there would be an end result.

It has been awhile since he felt the need to write

Pain has been an affliction.

Now he did not have to force the application

Merely take pen in hand

Be prepared to write

Be positive in his own ability.

He had in pen and paper the facility.

Poetry would again begin to flow

Perhaps not with the usual fluidity

He was comfortable again in his own skin

Time so to set down a marker, time to begin.

Poetry from The ManShed

04/11/19