Jogging the Mind

Hello all,

This is not the next in the sequence of 5, I’ll get back to them soon, but I wrote this the other day and it’s a uplifting, sort of, kind of poem, which is a nice change. I hesitate to say uplifting though because I don’t think it’s all completely positive, it’s just a narrative on the progress of medication and my experience with it thus far. Anyway, let me know what you think about this poem if you decide to read it.

Best,

JCO

Medicated
Now that obsessive compulsions are ordered,
And the disorder’s replaced by this new world order,
I’m no longer a hoarder of intrusive thought,
Exclusive only to abuses which made me seclusive;
Now obsessions are obfuscated while I’m sedated
On Busbars--I’m not lurking in bars, or driving cars
Too quick to silence the bitch, to satiate that itch
To lock the door, to do better and more, more, more;
Now that compulsions have faced their expulsion,
I am an emulsion of meditation and healthy contemplation,
No longer complacent in the impatient hatred of 
Nascent thoughts that robots ought to call cold;
Now intrusive intrusions are mostly delusions,
Fluvox fought them and got them gone, though
My doubt never counts them out—but little bouts
Of insanity are just my vanity and lack of faith in my humanity;
Medication is my healthy manifestation, my mind’s
Salvation from the temptation, the devastation of
OCD and the actuality of my mentality without it.