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.
I think I’ve got the pill part licked.
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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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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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