Dismused

For my own health
I've taken my muse
And shelved them
Put them back in their container
All nice and snug
Next to the rice and pasta
Next to the spice and wine
I can't draw from them anymore
They don't satisfy me
Or bring out the best in me
They don't mollify me
Or calm the teacups
And their infinite storms
For my own health
I've put them away
To the back of the cupboard
So I can breathe again
Spend some time with friends
Lend myself to art and music again
So I can have a day without crying
So I can peel a grapefruit
And suck at it's fresh juices
Feel revived
And know that I'm alive
Because I think I deserve as much
To have that little bit of freedom
To discover myself again
So that I can remind myself
That I matter
For my own health
So I've shelved that muse
That cultivates those blues
That glues me down in the old spot
Sticking me right back in sadness
The old trick of familiarity
Making me sick to my core
Dragging me back to his heart once more
That old heart I adore
For my own health
I'm putting it away
So far away
That I can't feel it anymore
For my own health

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