“You are a very healthy woman for your age,” said my doctor. My brain replied, “Yeah, thanks to all these medications I take to manage all my health issues.” So, really, am I healthy? Guess I’d better hope I can keep affording these pills.


The Pill Box

Another medical condition
has been added to the
ever increasing list of
medical conditions
now claiming me as their own.
So begins chapter seventy three.
And yet, the doctor tells me
I am healthy for my age
while I add the pill she prescribes
to the growing architecture of pills
in the box
now four times a day.
Still, I give thanks
for modern medicine
that keeps my
blood circulating,
heart pumping,
blood pressure steady,
thyroid working,
bones from breaking,
eyes seeing,
and, most important,
my brain from spiraling
into madness.




Poetry by Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2026-03-06 at 17:12

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Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
SNAP! :o) Your poem is a reflection of my world to some extent. I am so empathetic to your words here. It is being so 'fit' that keeps me going! It is all a learning curve isn't it? Blessings, Allen PS: Are congratulations in order for a new chapter?
2026-03-06


William Hughes The PoetBay support member heart!
Yep. The older one gets, the more we hear that qualifier " ...for your age." Nice poem
2026-03-06