O Meds! O Life! O Docs! Mental Health Poetrusic

O Meds! O Docs! of the symptoms of these recurring;   

Of the Consumers of the Providers-of hospitals fill'd with the ill;         

Of my meds forever reproaching my meds, (for who more foolish than my doctor, and who more sane?) 

Of symptoms that vainly crave the meds-of the doctors and meds mean-of the struggle ever so-called crazy'd;   

Of the poor results of all meds-of the plotting paranoia and sordid symptoms, I see imaginary people 'round me;                  

Of the voices and useless vocalizations of my speech-with rest, my symptoms intertwined;       

The question, O meds! So sad, the side effects-What good amid these meds, these docs, these mental maladies O meds, O boy?           

           

Answer.

 

That therapy and meds are here-that recovery exists, and health;      

That the powerful 'trip' goes on, and the symptoms contribute to our creativity.

Jonathan Harnisch