The Relief

by Sam M. Phillips

The relief,

The brief sheath

Of paper to prevent panic,

To move beyond the manic,

The magic elixir,

The fixer

Of all mental woes,

The slayer of foes,

Blows we avoid

As mind moves to void

All the jumping junk,

I have sunk

Into a pit,

Spit in my own face

As I trace

The path back to solid ground,

The solution found

In writing,

Fighting off demon voices

With artistic choices.