Wade through the treacle

Surrounded by towers

that are of my own making,

I have shut out the world

and now I’m alone.

There is no one to call

to tell that I am breaking,

I have wasted these years

building barriers of stone.

Do not be alarmed

I know I’m not broken,

there is nothing to fix

this is just how I am.

I know this will pass,

I just have to keep going

in the treacle I’ll wade through

until one day I’m done.

Say what you will

about prayers and pills,

there are some things that

words alone cannot heal,

and the chemicals help me

to clear the fog,

to change what I can

and let go what I can’t.