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Psychiatrists

PSYCHIATRISTS They strip, tear and shred tiny pieces bit by bit of neatly constructed carefully protected thoughts and feelings digging up and draining memories satisfied only when your brain feels as if it has been through the shredding machine contented with their execution out comes the label of ‘diagnonsense’ pinning it firmly to your chest covering the heart carefully controlled fears and anxieties give way to potent prescriptions that numb (Written with respect for this profession—they are frequently vital in saving lives)

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Karen Anglesey

Date: 4/29/2013 11:40:00 AM

Kim, this is an amazing perfect view of the profession. Very well written

Poet Destroyer A

Date: 4/28/2013 7:04:00 PM

LOL, I like Delysia's comment. Kim, it was nice having you comment my poem. AND, yes them PSYCHIATRISTS do bring everything to the surface... But, I have a confession. I had to see a PSYCHIATRISTS, after my biological mother passed. LOL, and I turned the boat on him, I was the one giving him the tissues. After I made him cry, after he made me open up about her death. I did not give me prescription, not a diagnose. He did give me a hug.. a nice dedication...Linda

Kevin Callaghan

Date: 4/28/2013 12:50:00 PM

my minds picture shows me shuffling files of sad lose. I feel that you feel,brilliant,

Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 4/28/2013 12:49:00 PM

- A profession that we will need more and more ......in our "crazy" and difficult world, Kim. - A very good poem! - Have a nice Sunday. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

Delysia Hendricks

Date: 4/27/2013 12:09:00 PM

Nice write, Kim. I love your phrase "diagnonsense". The only people I allow in my head are my imaginary friends. Good poetry, homegirl.

Timothy Hicks

Date: 4/27/2013 10:51:00 AM

This was a very unique topic to write about, and it was aptly worded. My brother-in-law is basically a psychiatrist... I often wonder what that's like. A job that's sole purpose to dig inside a persons most well kept secrets. Cool piece, and thanks for checking me out yesterday.