Good Ol' Vitamin D

Good Ol' Vitamin D

A Poem by Emmy J.M. Powell

I am doing well,
and it feels wrong.

I opened my curtains
this morning,
and my room saw natural light
for the first time in months.

I want to know
why feeling good
makes me feel shameful,

and I want to know
why it is first-nature
to want to sit in the dark,

and I want to know
why I suddenly
am bathing before 3 o'clock.

It's probably the new
granule-filled capsules
that rattle down my throat
every morning with water.

I wish I could say
that it was me
instead of the antidepressants.

© 2015 Emmy J.M. Powell


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Emmy J.M. Powell
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