Pills

A poem about my medications...

These pills that I have in my hand are both my Kryptonite and my savior 

They're an array of bland colors 

I put them in my mouth and swallow

My world stops as I hope they will go down the wrong pipe and I will choke 

I hope

I am standing 

Twelve hours later with the same pills in my hand 

The process so familiar 

I swallow 

That was on Wednesday 

I did not take them on Monday or Tuesday 

My med box looks like and unfinished puzzle

I move the pills around and the puzzle is complete 

Monday and Tuesday are gone and now occupy Saturday and Sunday

Lisinopril is for my heart 

Warfarin helps to keep me from not having a stroke 

Sotalol keeps my heart beat from going above regular 

Digoxin is also for my heart 

And then there's Amoxicillin 

Those are my five frenemies 

I use them and sometimes I wish I could abuse them 

These pills will still be there wether I take them or not and have been for nineteen years

Nineteen years of taunting 

Nineteen years of having to be reminded

The memory branded into my brain 

The pain still fresh 

These pills will forever by my frenemies 

And I fear that one day I will abuse them...

Author's Note

Let me know what you think :)

Reviews

[Savannah Hudgens]

Ooh, yay! I'm the first to review. And hm. I don't quite know what to think. Things like this always make me sad because I see that you are openly gay and it leads me to believe that this makes life very, very hard for you. And having heart problems is also such a burden. I wonder, are you spiritual? And maybe I'm taking this too personal, this could've been absolutely fictional.
The writing is well spoken, you put your point across so clear it hurt my heart.
I hope you continue life with a smile on your face, as well as in your heart.

V.