Creative Madness!

Neurotransmitters quick fire my brain
Overthinking a torturous regular bane 
Sometimes to a safe normal state
at others to the edge of clinically insane

Tiptoeing on a bar of psychosis 
is my everyday coping thing
And if my brain was an arm
it would wear a permanent sling

It's ever been my cross
and in my early years even worse
just the way my mind works
feels often a punishment curse

I exist on a small sane island
surrounded with a moat of 'gone crazy'
At times my feet dangle and splash
and for a while the sanity is hazy

Though now I walk nearer to normal
with tablets my chemical best friend
tentatively step to a happier path
And try hard to not veer off the bend

But though my mind's often been chaos 
it can be a plus to creative
as with imagery and writing of poetry
Igniting my inspirational musings to live

Maybe imaginative intelligence nears madness
Sanity and creation counterbalance 
so I think I'll keep tiptoeing psychosis
in order for my poems to enhance!