Little White Pill

Tornados of tears
in blue skies of bliss.
For decades
I’ve weathered this storm.
As soon as I’m wet
new sun rays appear;
I bask in the light,
a new cloud takes form.

My little white pill,
I take one each day.
Doesn’t stop rain
or make the winds lie.
But it does give me shelter,
it’s warm and it’s dry.
Created by meds,
the storm’s quiet eye.

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