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)
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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Anglesey Avatar
April 29, 2013 at 11:40 AM
Kim, this is an amazing perfect view of the profession. Very well written
A   Avatar
April 28, 2013 at 7:04 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
Callaghan Avatar
April 28, 2013 at 12:50 PM
my minds picture shows me shuffling files of sad lose. I feel that you feel,brilliant,
Andresen Avatar
April 28, 2013 at 12:49 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 :)
Hendricks Avatar
April 27, 2013 at 12:09 PM
Nice write, Kim. I love your phrase "diagnonsense". The only people I allow in my head are my imaginary friends. Good poetry, homegirl.
Hicks Avatar
April 27, 2013 at 10:51 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.
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