Poetry

Hi everyone,

I am taking an online poetry class and would like to share a poem that I wrote as one of my assignments.  I have been thinking about one of the frustrations with dealing with epilepsy. Please read it and see what you think.  I would appreciate any feedback you could give me, to improve it.

Thanks!

Pill Box of Independence

My purple pill box sits

on my nightstand

filled with pills,

large, medium, and small

as a reminder of the invisible problem

I face each day.

Glad it’s not a footlong—

only a 6-inch by 1-inch by 1 ½ inch.

There are

no roast beef, ham, or tuna;

no pepperjack, provolone, cheddar, or American cheese;

no lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, or pickles;

no honey mustard or mayo.

Instead, a bottle of Evian waits

for me.

I open one compartment

and empty its tasteless contents

into the vast cavities of my mouth.

Gulp!  There they go!

Another day to potential independence.