Long Therapy Poems
Long Therapy Poems. Below are the most popular long Therapy by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Therapy poems by poem length and keyword.
My pen is the savior of my soul,
It's the place where my thoughts unroll.
I write to keep my mind at bay,
To give my emotions a place to stay.
The paper is my trusted friend,
With it, my thoughts will never end.
I pour my heart out on the page,
And my inner turmoil starts to fade.
My pen is a key to my mental state,
A tool I use to contemplate.
It helps me deal with what's inside,
And keeps my soul from being tied.
Writing lets me be free,
And from my worries, I'm able to flee.
I put my thoughts on display,
And I'm able to find my way.
So I write to keep my thoughts in line,
To keep my soul from being confined.
I am a school counselor
Who tries to leave the pain I see at school
Or on a school bus
Unfortunately, some of it follows me home
Gives me nightmares, makes me second guess myself.
Empathy does not fix problems
So when I am depleted, discouraged,
When I am upset that I cannot take a child
And keep her safe or make things better
I dig into the dirt, and I plant something
I plant trees, bushes, and all kinds of flowers
My yard looks like a botanical garden
I call it dirt therapy and it is the only thing
That works for me.
Taking me out of pain,
Revitalizing me, and helping me to
Remember that God is in charge,
Not me.
I look up at the sun, and I smile
Understanding that it is not mine to fix.
It is His.
It was 2 in the night, and I was watching
a reaction video on my phone. It was 2
in the night, so I let my mind go and let
it roam freely wherever it wanted to. It
had been on the leash the entire morning.
It was 2 in the night and I didn't anticipate
what might happen.
I remember distinctly that I was breathing
fine. I was breathing fine, a moment and
the other I was racing along with my
thoughts. It wasn't too late, and my body
started racing around my room too. It was
2 in the night, so I decided to not wake
people up. People, what people? I'm alone.
Sometimes I wish to sleep this feeling away,
but if I sleep now, I'll be caged in my mind
where my sleep demon awaits my arrival,
and I am not ready for that rendezvous.
Hence, I'm awake. Trying to breathe, trying
to sleep, failing at both.
I clearly remember, meeting him, them, when
I briefly closed my eyes. It happens, not a lot
but in the night, when it's 2, that's the only
thing that my brain does. When I see them, I
don't see colors, I don't hear their voice, I
see them and I see myself through them.
When I look at myself, through them, I see a
sack of blood and flesh, lying on the bed,
Immobile and frozen. I see a pathetic body
not even trying to fight it, using the 21
seconds rule as an escape to not move. It's
almost as if she wants to stay in this state
forever.
When I see myself looking at me, I feel
frantic. I hate myself at that moment, but I
can't, I just can't move. I know if I stood up
right now, I'll fight it. I'll fight with everything,
I'll run away, and I'll be gone and if I lay there
all night, without moving, my judgement
would stare me down and leave me in my
misery.
They are getting closer with each thought
that chokes me. I want to break the barrier
and just hide in the bathroom. Why am I
resisting this? They are here, reaching out
to me and there's nothing more for me to do
than join them and live in this vulnerability.
*Image of Revelation 19 by Pixabay.
The Savior And The Sound
In your delicate state of mind, upon your awakening, you were uncontrollable and had done an egregious act, punishable to the highest degree of the law, which is death and being that you are both obtuse and indigent, I will undertake your case pro bono and, per se, mediate on your behalf to the best of my abilities, whereto, I will consecrate my efforts in a reduced sentence based on an insanity plea, and after speaking with your doctors prior to our meet, I've been informed that with the continued diligence, medications and therapy sessions, you're able to control your delirium status and be of sound mind, ergo, I extend my hand to you, shake it if you agree, if not, I'll have leave of you. (hands shaking). Have yourself a good day sir, till we meet upon your summons to court.
***The obtuse and indigent delicate soul, whose awakening to control of his delirium status, free of any egregious acts saw his consecrate savior who will mediate on behalf of the sound.
2019 September 10
In the dense green layer,
a small wooden home,
a few days of peace,
existing all alone.
The beats are not the same:
water stream,
wild creatures,
birds talking,
the nature sings.
The painting I see from my window,
the scarf of clouds around the neck of hills,
the embellished valley simply exists.
A tall waterfall pouring its emotion.
The time stops here.
Every scary wildlife is a beauty here.
This ain't normal.
My eyes are stretched over a mile.
My destiny has carved something unreal,
a moment that feels surreal.
I am lost within the air,
a better world with every layer.
I come here often to press some brakes,
to escape from the stupid race,
to live a lonely life with slow pace.
Her mood was somber, gloomy, macabre, sad.
Napping all day, nothing made her feel better.
It was raining out, terrific day for a funeral.
Too bad she does not know any dead people.
She returned to her bed, hating herself.
Missing her therapy appointment, but not caring.
Too down to want to get back up.
Her house is a hoarder’s house.
There are barely paths, no one could visit.
Not that they want to.
Her relatives quit her a long time ago.
She has not had a friend for years.
Cats are her companions now.
Her dreams used to be sparklingly wonderful.
Now she has nightmares.
Dreaming of herself getting strangled in her own messy maze.
What is the main difference
between the life time of a star
and your personal trauma history?
Could it be for you,
as for me?
How long we take
to get from regenerative beginnings
in dark caved
holy
humble
BlackHole wombs
to degenerative desecrations
And more therapeutic inside/outside
resonantly peaceful
light empowering balanced ends
that snugly fit bigendered means
for cooperative kindness.
What is your main difference
between personal liberation
from inside traumatic deliberation
and outside avoiding condemnation?
At all inhibiting costs to Self
prohibitive costs to Others
disposable property costs to sacred MotherTrees
and other indigenous
sentient
residential non-taxpayers
Not to become confused
with Trumpian
"Vengeance is StraightWhiteMaleCapitalist Mine!!!"
All AnthroSupreme Mine!!!!!!!!!
which is the white privileged noise
of a NON-indigenous
parasitic
residential non-taxpayer
Who does not know the main difference
between the life time of a star
and His monotheistic personal trauma
degenerative BlackHole
reverse of predative
Great Flash FatherStar history.
Hollow morning,
unsweetened coffee,
words with
a meaningless cord
hanging in an empty room.
Monotonous days where
hope is thinning
leading joy to depart
to create a loner
who lives in a crowd.
Running,
becoming a machine
as a reader of palms
forecasted
doomsday early.
A smile is here
hiding the rage,
not belonging
still imprinted
on every cage.
Life is hard
for a bad actor,
masks if removed,
own reflection
will be frightened.
In broad daylight
a facade is going on,
a genuine picture
if captured
must be dusk hours.
Insomniac at night
to recover fully,
some moments to cherish
after a whole day
walking like dead.
Birds chirping,
their lies
are therapy,
an owl sits in silence
labelled inauspicious.
Music is playing
with all wrong chords
one who is
blessed with ignorance
dancing still.
In oblivion
become omniscient,
to understand is
bringing a slow death
and remembered as 'a retard'.
No one of us
and all of us together
believe in optimal power within
in total absence of any power among,
without.
Short-sighted political therapy evolves
short-minded economic health is
small-mindedness,
pretending Self and Other and Earth
are not eternally interdependent.
Pain and loss and blindness
cause long-sited suffering,
wrestling with God's absence of fulfillment
Great aerobic exercise,
but let us not fool
or bully ourselves,
or Others,
or God,
and most certainly not Earth
in this her eternally holy Day.
Only competitive assumptions wrestle against health;
while cooperative eco-normic awareness
wrestles with,
side by side,
each challenge shared.
Wrestling is dissonance resolving contention
stretching for harmony
co-arising contentment,
diminishing confusion to
chronic suffering of advent,
just the right amount of pain and ego-loss
for regenerative redeemer rebirth.
Pain, loss, dissonance deny
optimistic accidental history
but may ecologically coincide
with interactive mutually-held hope
that peace with ego's self-justice
ultimately emerges
from each biosystemic incarnation's incubating life
toward further regenerative health
and love
and love of health
and health of love,
then too there is lovely health of wealthy love,
but that could take us in another similar climaxing
dialectically emergent
dipolar co-arising direction.
One does not stamp out radicalism
any more than one outspends capitalism
or fights successfully against militarism
or overpowers totalitarianism.
We might fade out radicalism,
co-invest capital in cooperative objectives for health,
discern together removing threats of mutually assured violence
and democratize polycultural empowerment
by inviting therapy through all natural-spiritual nondual valuables,
dynamics and animations
within Earth's ecosystemic
universally open spacetime network.
How does it help to invite healing
by calling profound mental unbalance
cowardice?
Why choose the epithet "coward"
to describe terrorizing violent behavior
intent
thoughts against those who intend no active harm
to radicalized perpetrators?
Perhaps this is cowardly behavior
but this is not the first
or most significant
word coming to my mind.
This speaks of fear and anger
and chronically invested misanthropic hatreds,
fueled by competing over-heated environments,
internal and external.
To speak cowardice
to paranoia and ego-distorted sickness
only adds fuel to flames
we would more therapeutically abate
by inviting cultures of deep learning integrity
profoundly sacred ecology
multiculturally and polypathically seen and known
and felt,
inviting mutual embrace of fears
and angers
and lingering learned distrusts.
Chronic stamping on each other,
over each other,
causes further radicalism.
Chronic over-investing in WinLose strategies
caused ravages of capitalism,
dimming richer denser potential
within cooperative ownership and investment
of both capital and equity,
deductive minds and inductive hearts.
Chronic climates of advanced industrial militarism
cause further defaults toward competing
by violent fighting and threat.
Chronic ecopolitical overpowering
of those who feel angry and scared,
left out and behind,
fearful and terrified by violence,
their own and others'
stamping and stomping,
invites further totalitarian plutocracies,
rather than profoundly radical
healthy cooperatives
of growing nutritional democracy
of and for and by and through fair integrity,
cooperative trusting liberty
outshining rights of static freedom.