The Cure

I drink the red syrup exactly as directed

Take it the requisite number of times daily

Go about me daily rounds without much change

Some days it doesn’t quite kick in perfectly

Me eyesight is blurry and hearing is off

At first until I finally get things together

Walking through a mirror that’s made of water

Can often be quite difficult but unavoidably necessary

As long as the water doesn’t become ice

As long as the water doesn’t become steam

Hi and welcome back to Bartholomew Barker’s weekly poetry prompt.

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