Therapy

My therapist was created by murdered trees,
rolled and cut into sheets, stamped with
inked lines that guide our conversations.
He wields a metal spine, curled tight,
wrapped around my thoughts in attempt
to hold our sessions in one place.
I create my therapy sessions with plastic
tubes around thin sticks of led, topped
with a rubber mistakes eraser.
We make appointments daily, accumulating
emotions, finding their meanings, and the
outcome always seems to be poetry.
About: My website is marysawrites.wordpress.com
If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com 

2 thoughts on “Therapy

  1. I never understood therapy, though I understand poetry. 🙂

Leave a Reply to resurrectromanticism Cancel reply

%d bloggers like this:
search previous next tag category expand menu location phone mail time cart zoom edit close