A poem

Photo by Vedrana Filipović on Unsplash

Wondering where I begin or end
vapors inhaled change my voice-
that was part of my identity

Side effects of chemicals need more
to ease the woes they cause, 
am I
short-tempered or is it the drug in me

Pain-killers mask a lot of aches
exposing the mind to 
the spells
contained in these chemicals

Short-term memory shot to bits
by failing to exhale all the toxins
like normal lungs used to do

I feel am a ghost of me, chemicals
and symptoms hide my person

I weep for I am misunderstood

So, what is me, what is a drug
chemicals are changing my identity

By Chrisssie Morris Brady

I've read poetry since I was nine and have written creatively since I was fourteen (probably long before that). After writing book reviews and social comment, I decided I wanted to write poetry. I have no formal training, but I surround myself with poets and their writing. I am honing my craft.
I have two published collections which I don't feel good about, but have been published by and other publications. I live on the south coast of England with my daughter. I am seriously ill.

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