I used to be paralyzed by fear, doubt, uncertainty.

I wept and I slept.
I waded through the muck, weighed down but unfazed.
I felt like myself.

Now I have these little pills.
I take them every day.

They do wonders for the paralysis.
I can barely remember the last time I felt
like I had just fallen off a cliff.

But I wish I could weep.
I wish I could sleep.
I wish I felt more like myself.