Quest for Wellness

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder

 

Intrusive

 

thoughts take hold of my hand, and

lead me across the street where

shades who are, and have yet to be

sing

ring-around-the-rosy whilst

dancing in the daylight—

so bold have they grown to

stray away from night.

 

What medicine exists

this

side of death that can save me?

 

Every day I armor myself in

quest for wellness.

 

See the fire in my footprints.

 

(image: Embracing Life Now)