Committed Poem by Alicia Patti
Committed
Why did Nurse Ratched think
she had dibs on all the nuts in the bag?
The little power she enjoyed pushed her
over the edge. I was there, I know:
brooding over maniacal technicians presiding
over the hopelessly deluded, passing out their
pitiful pacifiers. But not me. NO!
I was completely sane.
Endogenous depression, they said,
is all in the head:
'Who is the President of the United States?
Interpret Early to bed and early to rise...
How about a stitch in time
saves nine? '
I knew the answers, of course -
but then came the shock treatments...
I was cured, they said,
when they let me go.
...any wonder it was called a cuckoo's nest, in Australia she was know as Nurse Ratshit
Alicia, I like this and could certainly relate to the Nurse Ratchetts of this world. I've had my depressive moments, through bereavement, writer's block as they call it and simple stress. Luckily I didn't need the shock treatments to come out it. Great poem and thanks for sharing it. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Fabulous Alicia! Sounds very much like the story of my life...although believing that you're sane doesn't always make it so! ; -) Paula x