Garish green,
smile in a capsule,
a numbing of angst so long
held in strong fists.
Stirred echoes of joy,
long long past.
Defrosting my laughter,
releasing warm mists.

Is it real
or imagined,
this heady warm fog?
Do I truly fly, up
up above all that pain?
Can 1 tiny pill restore my soul,
make it sing
oh-so sweetly once again?