Writer´s cramp?

Writers cramp(I never get it)
I dig deep for the brainsting of more writing strength.
Writing is my treatment, attempting courageous flow and length.
Poetry is the medicine I took, the elixir to fix me the currency i spend.

Does it keep me vital? Does it reduce the risk of cancer?
Each verse in my mind´s recital, i loosen my grip on the dance.
I dig deep for the thing that repels the stench,
Writing is paper, a pen and a waist high bench.

It´s my remedy when all is pressing and tearing.
It´s my magic potion.