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The Pill

A peculiar friend.

By Deborah Rivera ValentinPublished 7 months ago 1 min read
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A small 5MG pill, a weird friend,

Anxiety is tamed, yet feelings bend.

It murmurs sleep in its restful catch,

Yet stirs starvation, a plunging trap.

Weight creeps in quietly,

It's a secret battle, causing silent misery.

Numbness lingers, a hazy shell,

A zombie's shuffle in a sober cloud.

Joy dims its light in the drug's embrace,

A lost song, a smile's faded trace.

Libido whispers, in a faint tone,

Lost in echoes, feeling all alone.

Tinnitus chimes, an unending melody,

A side effect's hum, a constant scream.

Without its help, anxiety takes me out,

Life's a whirlwind, a scrambled realm.

The pill, a choice with two sharp edges,

It's a wrestling match in a human scene.

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About the Creator

Deborah Rivera Valentin

33, a boy mom with Puerto Rican roots in Massachusetts. Words? My refuge. Life's storms—from childhood days surrounded by struggle—drugs, alcohol, and abuse—I've fought for my place. In the pages of a notebook, I found my sanctuary. 📖✨

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