This Poetry

By: Ckolwethu Mthethwa For this poetry serves as my medication... A Prescription I take so in my mind there can be a separation Between what's real and my overthought delusions Best part Is I can never overdose on these stanzas My soul  consumes them infinitely, still my body stands For this poetry serves as my therapist It knows my struggles and it shows me sympathy It has mastered the skill of empathy I come to it heavy with stresses, but after a one on one my problem tank empties Pop pills and heal your body, your heart and mind remain in turmoil I turn a page, and allow my pen to spit at it  the venom from my thoughts and feelings. My breathing slows and the tension in my muscles eases My brain quietens and my heart relaxes Unlike the pills you pop This poetry serves to heal the body and soul Sedating me without risk of a seizure Bringing me peace beyond measure Making me stay calm under all this pressure.