Best Therapist Poems
Inside is his MIND that's riddled full with mental illness,
Hides intellectually supreme being filled with logic, intelligence and great genius.
His sorrow is that a man, one full of mankind's afflictions, anguishes, and tears.
The subconscience keeps the burden of all the lives lived throughout many hundredstudents of thousands of years.
At his core is a centered compassion, a wisdom, a perception, and the ability of an EMPATH.
He feels the emotions of others, understanding the fullness of grace in each little wrath.
The feelings are clarified in words delivered through the LYRIC and POEMS of his blood pen.
A troubadour is within him, as is all the souls of lives he lived over and again.
Building his temple, with the tools of honesty, forgiveness, and patience that is grand.
A foundation built through pain that's strengthened with in him for his towers that will forever stand.
A conscience that gives mankind a gift of their happiness before his own.
Debilitated mind illness overpowers his decisions by emotions alone.
Contradicting bliss with meaningless aspirations with mindlessness and reasons with uselessness.
His is the pain self indulged by the mayhem that blinds then binds worthlessness.
And still his minds genius allows him to know then learn all that he touches with an ease to maintain.
For he is about the thing you fail within the contradiction of salvation.
Physical Therapy came in the door
To take him out in the wide hall to walk
He got to go places he hadn't been before
He saw folks that hadn't seen and to them talk
P.T. helped him get up so he wouldn't fall
Nurses came to help him take a shower
All obstacles placed against gray wall
Minutes upon minutes turned into hour
With just a normal old age human ear
We listened to noises in hall by day
If animal outside alerted by brey
Tightly enclosed in hospital room we couldn't hear
The situation sometimes made me feel
As if in this case I was simply third wheel
Once a week I walk up those stairs
Trying to believe I will find one who cares.
My mind is full of what I want to say
But then I freeze and seem to think a different way.
I want to look you in the eye,
I want to speak, maybe shout and even cry.
To tell you of the battle thats within
Of fears and worries, but how do I begin?
You are always patient,calm and kind
At times I must seem an awful bind.
But no, I must try to have belief
That opening up will give me relief.
Reject those powerful negative thoughts and points of view
They are lies and simply just not true.
I'd like to tell you about my sad heart
But never quite know how to start.
I'd like to tell you about the days I feel so low
And every body part seems slow.
The yearning within for what has passed me by
Which keeps me awake with thoughts to question why.
The need to have someone to care
Is very strong, but then disperses to more of scare.
But the thought that stays above
Is to give and offer that inner love.
But on reflection of twenty sixteen,
Some changes there certainly has been.
When negative thoughts and sadness fill my head
I really try to remember the things you've said.
I try to calm and distract my crazy mood,
By cooking, talking, writing to work against the inner feud.
Yes many things I have learnt from you,
And feel I'm in a better place than the one you first knew.
Can I stop drinking,
from these days that seem longer.
Test will power to the limit,
then become much stronger.
Wish I can tell my family,
that I am bad,
I'm a drunk,
they'll never understand.
The feeling of being sober,
is worst then being alone.
Maybe I should die,
or stop being a moan.
I cannot leave my family,
so I keep breathing in this world that I walk through.
I'm lost in this mess,
with no one to talk too.
So until my last sunset,
that lays on my path,
this bliss I say goodbye to,
that I never loved.
Profound in her calm
Ascendant of attraction
Saint of sympathy
At times a hair-raising event.
As I yell at my dryer and vent.
A machine to make me hot
Takes the brunt today's stress brought.
Just do your job and make me content.
I know this might seem chidlish
But I always start to studder
When I feel the truth creeping toward my lips
The truth is…. It is…
I, I, I d-don’t know what im saying
I, I l-like our conversations
And I like y-your sense humor
As you laugh off how, I am all tripped up
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.
"Your muscles hold memories", didn't you know,
your posture, past injuries, so better go slow..
"No pain, no gain" leaves one worse for the wear,
a torn achilles, a rotator tear..
Is your core soft? Do you have pain in your back?
"Your muscles work in pairs, and take up the slack".
I will say these cliches before performing a massage,
and then I get lost in my effleurage...
I became a massage therapist at the age of fifty,
at the time, I thought it quite nifty..
Energy work has been fascinating for certain but now
at times my poor back is a hurting...
I now get massages more regularly, so I can keep
practicing, naturally...
To be a massage therapist- is very funny,
And, for example, simply take my case.
From grateful women I'm receiving money,
For what the others get a slapping in the face.
Dearest Physical Therapist~Ryan:
?When you see the rough coating on a
pineapple, do think of me.......
The outside, rough and hard to open.
The inside, soft and loving as can be!
Thank you for all your work with me.
Four full months, with a-stubborn donkey.
Who, by your magic, is now quite happily,
Out of bed........and so very, very, ambulatory!
Thank you!
Pangie
& I'll prescribe a lot of weed,
and diagnose a prognosis
by extracting every seed
of yr unconscience science;
of childhood busride snowball dodging
compliance,
I'll shoot you UP
with questions,
confidence and tantrums,
and pick the ferrels
of yr cranium, and
GO
Subterranean
ON
yr REIGN ium!!!
It is so hard to go way back when,
I can remember how it felt being trapped under him.
not being able to breath
as if my chest would cave in.
Now you are asking me to go back again.
Never realizing how going back would affect my present.
I just want to curl up and give in.
I know you have to go back in order to go forward,
but the feelings I am having are far to great.
There have been many things that have held me back,
everything from ADHD to my terrifying past.
I am trying my best to stand on my own two feet,
But in the mean time they are messing with my mind.
I have been on several different meds
and now find it hard to rest my head at night
Some of my decisions lately are not me,
So please excuse the inappropriateness
And now I'm afraid of the consequences that await me.
I know I will feel better after I write this,
So this is how my last few days have been.
I'm holding tight to my pen right now because it is what feels safest.
I met a vocalist
Who can sing along to the beat of my heart
Or maybe
She is a therapist
Because she can heal my feelings when they suffer a deep cut
She told me that i can't save everybody
I can only play my part,and when love burns out i can slowly relight the spark
Her words are like medicine
If not music to my ears,or a shield to my fears
I felt like i was the reason why Eve had to bite the apple
Why Kane had to kill Abel
She diagnosed me with an illness called "Self blame"
And told me that self doubt is only a stain
She prescribed an antidote for me called "let go of the past" and "find someone to lean on"
Its been a few minutes since i took it and i can feel it terminating the symptoms of self blame syndrome
I can feel it neutralising the poison i swallowed
And leading me away from the anonymous voices i followed
My heart was brittle
But she built a cage around it
Made from steel bars of hope
She quenches my thirst for euphoria
And makes me stand against all kinds of phobia
My ears are throbbing for her therapeutic voice
Which gives me pleasurable seclusion
When my mind drowns in confusion, her thoughts avail themselves just to give me direction
The house had been abandoned since December 24th, 1996.
The day the family disappeared. I know. I was there.
The only survivor that we knew of, all the others gone.
I had not been back since my cousins disappeared.
I was only three at the time, but I sometimes see glimpses.
Men with guns. One has a bandana on his head.
The other has an eye that moves out of sync.
They are yelling, and the mother is screaming.
I wake up from the dream, wondering if I can do this.
You can bring your therapist, the police detective told me.
I do not know if this will help. But I do show up then next day.
The house glares at me, it shows its evil self. I smell death.