even
when things
are going well
the pull
to be gone
is strong.

even
when all
is balanced
medication
working
it’s there.

the pain
never goes
away
entirely
it gnaws
at the marrow.

and the
idea of death
is one that
comforts
and soothes
and beckons.

even
when I
can see
the myriad
reasons
to stay

even 
when things
look fine
the desire
to fly away
remains.