My Pharmacist

I wouldn’t take my meds; I didn’t care
The nurses worried just outside my door
My feeding tube was now no longer there
I watched them stack my meds, a bitter chore
I felt a life on meds was barely hell
I couldn’t see beyond the highest pill
I thought without the meds I’d be as well
and if I wasn’t all they’d do is kill
They brought a phone,”your pharmacist,” they said.
I pressed the phone against my aching head
“You trust me Scott? You love me Scott?” “I do”
“Please take the meds. It’s what I want from you.”
and so I took the meds from Mari’s care,
then cried because she loves me everywhere.