A single little pill, it couldn’t
Be the answer to my prayers
Couldn’t contain all that I need to
Defeat the demons in my head
Evict them from my heart
Fight off the whispers and anxieties they
Give me on a daily, a minute-by-minute basis
Help me pull myself out of the doldrums
*
I cannot see how it can help me,
Just a single little pill, it couldn’t
Kick me out of bed or convince me to see the
Light as any brighter than the darkest cave
*
Maybe I should take one more, and another—
No! Never down that road I will go,
Only to regret it far too late
*
Pills, they are not for me
Quit them while I am ahead
Really, are they doing anything for me?
*
Still, I am not sure
Too afraid to go back now
Undo what progress might have been done
Very possible that it is doing something
Why take the risk after all this time
X out any progress that might have been made
You think I’m insane now but wait until I lose my
Zest for life
***
Author’s Note: I’m all right. I just wonder sometimes if my antidepressants are working as well as they should, and this was my way of working that out in a stream-of-consciousness kind of way.
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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