Sanity

You are my air

the very oxygen

that keeps my heart

beating and alive

words are my elixir

my necessary fix

they nurture my

somewhat battered soul

as I ink ribbons of

clamouring words on paper

and dabble with instant nirvana

to save my heart from bleeding

they spread ivy-like

covering all the gaping holes

this is my penance

this is my catharsis

my sanity hinges on it.

(Written also for Paula’s Thursday inspiration and 3TC)