Therapy Appointment

Sitting on the couch 

of my therapists office.

For decisions we regret.

Trying to make the hurt

not hurt anymore.

I am only a mess of patchwork.

Let me lie here while

briefly dropping off

tangled messes of thought.

"Sort out all your feelings,"

as they say. 

Sick cells which found 

their way into my bones

had to be destroyed.

There was no God to thank.

Listen to the walls,

realize I have enough time

to write an obituary. 

Reviews

[Pete]

it certainly can feel this way sometimes. it's good to get it out and to have an understanding ear to listen. it takes time to sort things out sometimes.

[Poetic Beauty]

Therapy while not pleasant can be extremely beneficial and helpful.

[Green]

"Let me lie here while / briefly dropping off / tangled messes of thought"

Ah yes, that I can relate to. I just sort of scatter them around like dandelion fluff sometimes, hoping something will take root.

This felt somewhat sad (to me) though. I hope everything works itself out for you. I'm not going to say I enjoyed this because it's so raw and is not like a light happy poem, but the reading experience was appreciated. Thank you for sharing.

[In Em's Wonderland]

I appreciate the honest review. Looking back through it now, I perhaps could've done without the last two depressing lines.