A Poem to a Pill
- Melissa Marietta
- Jun 22, 2019
- 2 min read
I avoided you for forty years
with the exception of that magic pill
that gave me the power to bleed and birth
on my own terms.
Headaches, toothaches, or aches in general,
need not be cured by you.
A few times you got the best of me and you were right there-
because, let's be honest, not even a super woman can fight inflammation
or bacteria alone.
Well, ok, I can't lie
because I swallowed a few pills in my time
and drank my share of chemical stimulants, too
looking for euphoria-
or at least an escape
from reality.
We are a pill popping, chemical dependent society. What happened to grit and perseverance?
The media judged, and forgot history
laudanum,
morphine,
and heroin,
not to mention Love Potion Number #9-
yours through a Sears catalog.
Take that 20th century.
How's that for grit?
I joined our judgmental society. Plus, my body knew,
subconsciously,
that you and I are just not meant to be.
I will not be a number
and I sure as hell won't cop out
to society-
copping out,
hiding women's fight for equality
under the guise
of an hysterical tendency.
Yet, one day, I found myself
at the bottom of the well
or was it a room of yellow wallpaper?
I can no longer remember
how I got to that hell.
I thought maybe I'd been fighting myself all along
for no reason at all,
other than to hurt myself,
or lash out at society
because, when women are really heard, and truly seen-
maybe they don't need
chemical dependency.
Stop fighting with yourself, I was urged.
Think about yourself,
and not your place in society.
So, I acquiesced and found myself
in a very different reality.
But now, my body and my mind
are in a battle of the wills
and some days I don't know what came first,
the chicken
or the egg.
I just want to go back to the old me
but then again,
I am not even sure-
who was she?
Is that who I really want to be?
Listen, I'm not judging you
because what is right for you
may not be right for me.
And the verdict is still out-
because I still can't take popping a pill
lightly.
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