Honesty isn’t medicine
covered in cherry flavor.
Sometimes the bitterness
makes you vomit up what was
at the very bottom of your soul.
Things you tried to forget
or only hoped to forget.
It might not be something
you can just wipe up.
It might leave stains on you,
that even bleach cannot scrub out.
It can spiral
going down, down, down there,
Ending with an answer you won’t like.
Those bottom roots,
Gasping for oxygen,
Grasping for words and peace
that refuse to be found.
But it is real.
And sometimes that is the
only medicine needed,
after all.