Peace No Pills

I feel like I need to cry but there are no tears left.
I guess I'm not as fearless
As I wanted to be,
As I wanted you to believe,
To see only the strength in me
And nothing else.
I've never felt
More or less
Helpless
For lack of better words.
I feel the need to scream,
Let out all the frustration in me,
But my voice won't come,
And I don't know what I've done
To deserve this
Helpless,
Uncontrollable feeling
Taking over me.
It's getting hard to breathe,
And the pills in the cabinet look better every time
I look at them. I,
Well, I honestly feel the need for them to help take this pain away,
To give me peace to face another day,
Some later date
In time,
But I'll be fine.
No pills required,
Despite the desire.
I'll survive.
I'll find my peace of mind,
My peace in my life.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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Whitley Avatar
January 22, 2009 at 4:04 PM
This poem isn't necessarily saying pills are a bad thing. I am all for using them appropriately. But, at one point, I was addicted to them for all the wrong reasons and this is about the temptations I've experienced since getting clean.
Knowles Avatar
January 18, 2009 at 3:50 PM
i can relate to your poem in someway although i dont have pills to rely on. i liked your piece very much. i like how it clearly speaks your mind.... Livy
Bickerstaffe Avatar
January 18, 2009 at 3:11 PM
Pills have helped me considerably to get through anxiey and depression... and still do. Don't necessarily look upon them as a crutch... thet can be a blessing. God loves you. Keith
Curcio Avatar
January 16, 2009 at 2:56 PM
I can so identify with your feelings. Many can. I put off taking anti-depressants for a long time, but they really helped me. I thought I could muscle through the pain on my own, but I finally gave in. It's not weak to feel sad or depressed. Ok - enough pontificating from me. I hope you feel better.
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