Cure

 

It...

      Is all know- 

Words, 

  My only comfort in this life. 

My only safeguard, 

  against those who would use them as weapons. 

My only compass, 

  In a sea of multiple magnetic pulls...

My only refuge of inner navigation, 

  as the world seeks to spin me dizzy. 

It...

  Is the only parent I know. 

The only love I know. 

The only life I know...

When all else 

Has left me stripped and bare...

Often bleeding out. 

My life spent only in recovery...

It is words, 

  That save me. 

Revive me. 

Guide me. 

and Restore. 

This life with them...

  My only cure. 

  My only cure.