Ode to Oxytocin
My hate for thee has depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of suffering and of cruel pains
That always do proceed the most despised of the day’s
Horrid and urgent needs, by sun and candle-light.
I hate thee freely, as I strive to fight.
I hate thee purely, as I hope that perhaps I can erase
That which has been “gifted” with the intention that I put to use
In that old fashioned way, and produce more for childhood's faith.
I hate thee with a hate that always seems to be fulfilling,
And not even my lost saints can despair. I hate thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, God willing,
I shall but hate thee better after death.
I tried to stick to the reverse iambic pentameter, but I'm sure I messed up somewhere in there. Also tried to stay as true to Elizabeth Barrett Browning's weird rhyme style as I could. But, really, this was done for therapeutic reasons, so I think I might have cheated a little. ^^! Still, Oxytocin is the bane of my existence for the next few days, and I felt the need to express my feelings in interpretive dance. In lieu of that, however, manipulation of a love poem worked just as well.
And for those who might not know what Oxytocin is, it's that fun hormone that makes the uterus contract during "that time of the month". -.-#