"anxiety' Or "ode To Therapy."
I had a silent visitor
who come in on the sly.
I didn't know he'd entered
Tll many years went by.
He built a little fire
deep within my brain.
It smoldered there unnoticed
until it burst to flame.
I went to see a therapist
who helped my look inside my head.
To find out why the fire burned
and how I kept it fed.
I took a million breaths,
I snapped some rubber bands.
I walked to Mexico and back
and downed some Ativan.
I'm feeling alot better,
although the fires not completely out.
I'll have to keep a constant watch.
of that i have no doubt.
So If you get that feeling,
That comes without a warning.
Have a glass of wine and off to bed.
Call your Dr in the morning.
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2008
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