To My Favorite Therapist

Selling comfort for a song Since my insurance agreed to pay. Brightening up my dreary day. Just a shame that I can't stay long. Emptiness soothed and derisions challenged. Fiction spurned and dreams managed. Coping with the world outside Seems it bit easier with her as my guide. Still doubt and imagined decay Of my soul infect my day. As the art of getting by Eludes me and makes me want to cry. Another week, another visit. My spirit buoyed with new resolve. Times sixteen weeks of the same Brightening my troubled mind frame. Nothing's sure as I take my leave, But her cheerful image, I can always retrieve To get me through my darkest days And to cut right through life's thickest haze.