Crow Therapy

Yeah. Some days, I just drive out to the edge,

to Moesgaard, where the crows don't judge, where I can breathe again.

They keep me sane. They took my license, blood clot fear.

Without my car, I can't get near. That wheel's my lifeline,

my road, my peace. But stress keeps growin', it just won't

cease. Then I fell, knee cracked, torn meniscus. Doctor won't look,

said schizo risk. He's wrong, they dropped that label years ago. But I limp

through life and pain still grows. I broke the other knee.