(Poem 98 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

I’ve been out of my medicine
for two days straight and now
feel like warm crap in a bucket.
I must make myself drive to the
pharmacy while feeling like this
to pick up more meds, take
those meds, stay afloat until
bedtime, try to fall asleep, and
hope to feel better tomorrow.
The cycle of pain, illness, meds,
improvement, spiral down again,
two steps forward, three steps
back, the good times mostly
outweighing the rough ones, but
people should be gentle to each
other because no one really
knows the suffering each endures
each day while managing to
appear normal, go to work,
clean the house, prepare the
meals, take care of the animals,
make it to all the appointments,
and keep things functioning.

@Home Studio – 98^th poem of the year

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