Three little pills

Sat waiting on the shelf.

One large and round,

One long and lean,

The third more like myself.


Three little pills

Content to watch

As I fill the glass with water.

“Take me!”

“No, me!”

They begin to shriek.

I rarely have an order.


Three little pills,

So light, so bright,

The truth lies behind their masks so white.

Each tiny speck

A chink of chain around my neck.

A deep breath.

I reach out.

Continuing the fight.

About the Author Yvie Johnson

"You are the root of your success." Turbulent times will bring out the best in you, to make you stronger for yourself, and for others. Living with Bipolar Disorder, I'm now taking one day at a time and arming my spirit and body with health, love and happiness for the journey ahead.