Medicine Chest

Hand Painted Medicine Bottle

 

 

 

 

 

Medicine Chest

You are the medicine that soothes,
Using you like a drug,
Can’t stop taking,
Doesn’t get better,
Keeps needing more.

Won’t overdose, too careful about that,
Just enough to soothe, dull the pain.
Seems to be getting better, looking hopeful,
Then regresses, back to status quo.

Clearly an addict, and you are the fix,
Using you as a panacea.
You don’t realize it for a while.
Then, one day, you do.
You are their medicine chest.

They open you up, admire what they see,
Take you off the shelf,
Take what they need from you,
Hold you in the palm of their hand,
Swallow you up.
Put you back, close the door.
Shut you out.

Shut you out of their life,
Until they need another fix,
Until they need you again,
To confide in, to confer with,
To soothe, to make them feel better.

It becomes a vicious cycle,
Needed, then discarded,
Over and again,
Used up, like an empty medicine bottle.
Used up, tossed in the trash bin.

When your medicine no longer soothes,
A new drug will be found to replace you,
Will take your place on the shelf.
The cycle continues,
A new fix to soothe the addiction.

Lynn McHale June 6, 2017 Copyright All Rights Reserved Revised April 6, 2018

The Incomplete Heart

 

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Original Artwork 

The incomplete heart,
Waits still for one dart,
Shot from Cupid’s bow,
Love, yet to bestow.

The incomplete heart,
Beats alone … apart.
Bleeds from past arrows,
Passage in … narrows.

The incomplete heart,
Alone from the start,
What remains, injured,
Love’s loss yet endured.

The incomplete heart,
Pierced by that one dart,
A most willing target,
Struck by love or regret.

The incomplete heart,
Longs so for new start,
Essentially empty,
Courts compatibility.

The incomplete heart,
Desires love, an art!
Craves a connection.
Anticipation!

The complete heart,
Two halves once apart,
Joined as one, bound now.
It’s you, this I vow.

Lynn McHale 9/28/15
Revised 10/7/15, 4/11/16, 6/11/16, 2/3/17
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Impermanence

 

 

You appeared out of nowhere.
There, just one night.
Probing conversation,
Flirting.

You went away.
Stayed in my head.
Dimming memory,
Adjusting.

You appeared out of nowhere, again.
Here to stay awhile.
Lingering this time,
Hugging.

Time, space, two souls entangle.
Cosmic blink of an eye.
For a second, we are us, now just you and me.
Universal impermanence!

Someday, can we walk once again in the footprints left behind?
Someday, can we break the dam holding back emotions?
Someday, can river of emotions flow smoothly over jagged edges

Left behind by other lovers’ good intentions?

Universal Impermanence

In a blink, the universe opens up,
Two souls searching for existence of love.
One finds tenderness, perspective, and ability to love again.
One finds warmth, tenderness and possibility to love again.
Both love … impermanence.

Lynn McHale 3/9/16 Copyright and All Rights Reserved

 

 

Melissa, the Marathon Runner

 

 

 

fundraising page is https://www.crowdrise.com/melisrunningfor

Melissa is my Art Therapist and friend who is preparing to run in her first Chicago Marathon this Oct. and fundraising for The Light of the Heart: A Community Art Therapy Project, a non-profit 501c3 of which she is Executive Director and Co-founder,that provides art therapy and counseling for over 3,000 children and adults in Aurora, IL in need, and many are low-income and at-risk. This is her first marathon and I created poem and caricature using her Light of the Heart logo for her body in support of her endeavor. I wish her the Best of Luck. Visit her fundraising page at www.crowdrise.com/melisrunningforarttherapy

 

 

Run Melissa –
Run because you can,
Run because it sparks a light within,
Run because it serves your heart,
As your heart serves others.
Heartfelt love runs the course.

Run the course, Melissa!
We see the light in your heart!
Melissa, Marathon runner –
Run around, through and over,
Heart pounds, cross the finish line!
See the light Melissa, the Light of the Heart!

Lynn McHale Feb. 16, 2016
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The Sound

Watercolor Botanical Print

Watercolor Botanical Leaf Print

Did you hear it?
The sound, you know.
The sound of the other shoe dropping.

Didn’t expect it.
The news, you know.
The news from the doctor disclosing.

What it looks like.
The lumps, you know.
The lumps, you can’t feel, but been dreading.

Looks suspicious.
Second time, you know.
Second time, there’s no curing.

Recall what he said.
Only treat, you know.
Only treat, second time, there’s no curing.

Take it all in.
Process it, you know.
Numb, cry, worry, hope; inside screaming.

Retest. Now wait.
Results, you know.
Breathe, safe this time; dread never ending.

Lynn McHale 2/7/2016
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Our Menu Has Changed

 

Let’s face it, at some time
We all need to call the doctor’s office.
We need to talk to someone;
A nurse, physician assistant, doctor.
We’d settle for any warm body
At the other end of the line.

I’m doing it.
I’m calling the doctor’s office,
I have to talk to someone,
I’ve held off as long as possible,
I hate to be a complainer.

I have questions,
I need answers,
I don’t feel good,
My meds aren’t working,
My symptoms are worse,
I feel anxious,
I’m having a meltdown,
I just need to complain.

I’m calling!
I’m dialing!
It’s ringing!
I’m listening!

Please listen carefully, as our menu has changed, and you are out of options:

Press 1: if you feel you’ve been f_____ by Parkinson’s
Press 2: if the song “shake, rattle, and roll” is stuck in your F’d up brain
Press 3: if you are angry and bitter because you have PD
Press 4: if you feel like shit
Press 5: if your medicine is making you nauseous
Press 6: if you are hallucinating
Press 7: if you think you called because you are hallucinating
Press 8: if you feel depressed and apathetic
Press 9: if you don’t care that you don’t care
Press 10: if you think you have been misdiagnosed and don’t really have PD

Press star if you need these options repeated, oh sorry, we will only say them once!
You should have been listening more closely.
You may hang up and end this call at any time!

Yes, I think I’ll just end it!

Lynn McHale July 2014 Copyright All Rights Reserved