9-20-2025

Medicine
Medicine is a fine line
A line that heals if walked correctly
And a line that harms if you stray too far

I am my own medicine
If given the space to be alone
If given the time to rest
and the time to heal

I need time to talk to myself
Silently and aloud
Time in the mountains
Time in the trees
Time at home
listening to the rain fall through an open window

Not too much time though
or I’ve strayed from the path
Because I am the medicine my soul needs
But I don’t know my prescription yet
It’s a work in progress