A/N: Seems to mostly be iambic pentameter, sprinkled liberally with anapests.

Resilience

At night, I enjoy running marathons

(ten miles without getting out of bed)

Hot shivers of panic sliding down my spine,

mad fire ants crawling up my ribs

blame the synapses misfiring in my brain

(or maybe serotonin is overrated?)

Does vodka make everything better (really?)

I think, maybe, I’d write better drunk

I’m ready to scream, (if only I could breathe)

Is twenty-two too old to pitch a fit?

screw the Zoloft and get me the Ativan

Fifteen, thirty, sixty milligrams-

Enough to knock me out and keep me down

until the world is finished pulling this crap

tell everyone to shut up (and let me sleep)

and in the morning, everything will be better

Mess me up, or beat me down, I’ll live

Just chuck me off a cliff, it’s alright!

I bounce