I sit down
I stand up
again, again, again

I go to the window as if
a seer may appear
and tell me to stand or sit

Is it time yet
to take the pills
to sit still and think 
properly, once and for all?

I sit down
my heart like a fizzy can, shook,
bones aching with energy, yet
fatigued beyond reason

Is it time yet
to take the tablets that
make me stand and wander
this floor of paramount grey

I stand up
my legs weaker than

a fought creature
breath quick and shallow
I sit down

I wonder what's happening outside
Inwardly I task myself a moments rest,
put some Mussorgsky on, boil the kettle
turn it off

Is it time yet
to fail to sleep
to wish to fly
attempt a poem
finally finish that story?

Is it time yet
to sit or stand?

I wonder what's happening outside
but I need to sit down or stand up
just for a second.

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kealan coady

Mon 13th Nov 2017 18:13

Thanks Cynthia ☺my writing was sparse for awhile as I tried to piece my gear together but have been on a writing binge the last while, as if it had built up just waiting for my mind to let it loose. Glad to be back and as always, your kind words are always appreciated

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Mon 13th Nov 2017 15:19

Superb work, Kealan, absolutely superb. Spins like a wobbly top, unerringly upright just by a fraction.

It is so great having you back on board.

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kealan coady

Mon 13th Nov 2017 14:47

Thanks lads, yeah that's why I picked the title. It actually sounds like a verb which is ironic in itself. Thanks to you both for your kind words

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Eric G. Hoff

Mon 13th Nov 2017 13:01

As someone who knows why a person would take Abilify, I am sympathetic to the trap. The constant nagging of mental illness sucks our energy and shoots us out a cannon. Like a spinning top always at the edge and never fully upright.

You have captured its essence. Enough to drive one crazy.

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Mon 13th Nov 2017 08:38

brimful of agitation that rightly puts the reader on edge. The title I had to Google but the word itself could almost not be a brand name - to be abilified etc. Excellent poem Kealan.

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