The Only Cure Is You Poem by shannon wright

I wanted to sit in the middle of the aisle
at the grocery store today
and put my head in my hands and cry
I panic at the thought of always feeling like this
like bamboo shoots slowly being driven under my fingernails
my brain is in a torture chamber.
I am going crazy with this feeling that I can’t get away from
I can’t drink it away or eat it away
I can’t laugh it away or cry it away
I can’t dance it away or sleep it away
I’ve tried everything I can think of and the only cure is you.
1-14-08