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October 6, 2013

Ironic Twist of Fate. ~ Mary Grutta {Poem}

She places her hands on the counter, next to them
they glare back at her from inside their prison
A constant reminder of weakness

They make intense eye contact
Until she blinks away
And allows a tear to slip down her cheek

She refuses to let even one pass through her rigid lips
The sun peaks through the shade
Causing the orange of the container to reflect a shine of life

Life cannot be solved with pills
But what if they numb this pain?
If she concedes, is that a way of giving up or trying harder?

The bottle is in her grasp
She opens the lid
Two small-coated pills slide down into her palm
Her hand feels heavy

Take it and move on with your life.

But she doesn’t want to put a constraint on her mind

She wants to be in control
Not today
Not tomorrow
Not ever

Because living in depression is better than not living at all

The bottle is placed back on the counter with a firm

Thud

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Assistant Ed: Zenna James/Ed: Bryonie Wise

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