A collection of poems and other writings...

Wednesday, 10 September 2014

This is a bitter pill

This is a bitter pill
you offer me,

a bitter pill

it tastes of bile and pain
of vomit and despair

a hard encrusted
purgative
on your outstretched hand

What is your aim?

to fool me
into thinking
I am getting better
at this game?

No

pain
is no way forward
it is from the past,
a learned response,
and one I choose not
to inflict upon myself
again

neural pathways
may be redrawn

hearts
may be taught
to forgive
to love

hands
to touch,
to brush skin,
to stroke hair,
to heal

So take this pill
you wish to see me swallow

take it
and dispense it
elsewhere

I have no time for your
so-called
medicine.

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