Medicated Normalcy

Exodus of speech to fill the lungs.

Trap all troubles in capsules.

Reveal all down a roaring barrel’s call.


In reflection are we all found,

dispensing tragedy around as if surprised

when silence is prescribed in turning backs and shying eyes.


From the torrents washing above,

cracks will be revealed,

and cracks will be defined as weakness of the mind.


Immersed in clay,

dive below the realization and defy recognition.

Husks are hollowed out for all of us to witness.

Husks are hollowed out for all of us to conceal.


In reflection are we all found,

describing trauma that surrounds fortress walls

communicated as resolve;

stoic, unwavering, imperfect in false perfection.


To wake up and breathe is not a eulogy.

It is the bravery that compels towards unknown lines.

Rising to walk is not preordained defeat.

It is the courage to know the chasing drama knives

and to willingly travel unphased by the scars

to recover from what was never deserved.

Never a fault of yours to find yourself broken at times.


Low as it comes to be,

this is temporary reality.

Believe in the comfort of survival.

Believe in the person that strives without flinching,

sheds the strain of memories in absence of shame,

deconstructing the proclaimed resolve that has made all quiet.


Do not be caught in the prescribed silence.

There is value in life.

There is value in who you are.

There is value in what will become.

There is value in the march onward.

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❤ Mitch