May the Force be with me

A metal piece inside the chest

Remembers faulty rhythms

Within the heart’s unquiet rest

I think of embolisms


The days of cruel and crushing weight

They once did come but rarely

But now, upon this latter date

They savage me unfairly


The sleeping drugs I’ve much abused

In fear of something worse

Now far too many have I used

My nervousness to nurse


With aging body’s pains and ills

Imagined or ingrained

The shame of multicoloured pills

Has sorrowfully remained


Things that have been diagnosed

With tests and suppositions

Would be enough to challenge most

and feed their superstitions


So here and now I need the will

The spirit strong enough

Get out of bed, get off the pill

And show I have the stuff.

3 Comments

  1. shaunswriting

    I don’t know if this reads packed with determination, or maybe an emotional resignation as heavy as the physical burdens our age can bestow upon us. Either way: This resonates very much with me, and the determination in the last line is a great way to close off the thoughts.

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    1. Lee Dunn

      Thanks for reading and for your comments. I was just reflecting on a battle with depression, addiction, and an uncooperative body. Having enough grit to “force” oneself to strive for a better life is the question.

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