Legacy
I had a nightmare last night.
In the corner of a dump
Hundreds of plastic laundry containers--
Even in the dream state, I recognize them.
Their contents spilled on the ground,
A graveyard of glass syringes.
That is what I left behind?
Piles of plastic and glass—
Glatirimar Acetate
During a double-blind, placebo-controlled pivotal trial, COPAXONE®reduced relapses by 29% vs placebo over 2 years in patients with RRMS (Relapsing-Remitting Multiple Sclerosis) diagnosed using Poser criteria.6
No note to mention this drug only helps some people,
No guarantees.
Try Rebif, Avonex, Betaseron or Copaxone
Try hope…
No note to mention
Some never find a drug that helps--
There is no cure for Multiple Sclerosis.
Teva pharmaceuticals packages hope in blue, rectangular boxes.
30, prefilled glass syringes,
1mL Glatiramer Acetate.
Individually sheathed in smooth plastic casing.
Stacked in rows of 5
Soldiers battling disease?
Nestled beside 30 alcohol swabs
Individually sealed.
Cremate my body.
Only ashes remain.
My legacy—
Just comb through my trash.
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4 comments:
29%????? I HAVE NO WORDS! I guess I'm gonna have to double up on my dose of HOPE!
Nicole
This is a profoundly moving, and unique, um, poem? Wouldn't mind hearing all about what inspired it, if you care to tell. If not, we can just catch up about other stuff! *hugs*
Poetry is dramatic. I did only pull from one study. Go to their website and a few others to read all the research.
I just spent a week in the summer writing program at Naropa and my teacher wanted us to reimagine trash. I kept thinking about all the litter from my syringes so I wrote this poem.
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