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.