Remembering Who I Am

I am a child of Earth and Sky.

Anxiety is just screaming at myself.
Do I have to be punished like this?
Can’t I just take an oblivion pill?

I feel like a sexy little fille.
(Do I take a risk by saying this?—
See, there I go, screaming at myself!)

I’ll put my boxed ears on the shelf
and be deaf to the cat-calls and hisses.
That’s taking an oblivion pill,

but, in truth, I’ll be past all help
till I receive my Savior’s kiss,
taking away my need to scream at myself.

Fair enough, then! I’ll resort to stealth,
quietly drifting into eternal bliss.
Yes, I’m taking an oblivion pill,

but I only do it for my mental health—
forgetting contained in anamnesis—
impossible if I’m screaming at myself.
Give me a remembering pill!