Take Your Meds

Self-talks,

and self squawks

are nothing if not

self-nagging;

but don’t deny

your need—

fill the script,

get the supply,

take your pills.

The good doctor

insists you

will be better

soon—

climb up

from the pit,

the ruin.

You’ll get better

with antidepressants,

so swallow

the pills.

A flower bud

opens little

by little unhurriedly

but beauty floods.