My therapist told me
to write down
how I really felt…
but I don’t know
how I feel…
so I wrote poems
where everything
was beautiful,
the way it should be,
the sun shining through
the leaves dancing
in the musical breeze…
Maybe these therapy poems
do help, I thought,
I feel slightly better…
I showed them to
my therapist
but he shook his head
in dismay…
This isn’t you,
you’re in denial
about your reality,
your truth,
your feelings…
I screamed in rebuttal:
I can’t write about my true feelings,
…I don’t know what they are!
Your perception is faulty,
your reaction disappointing…
I’m going to change
your medication
to lithium…
I didn’t even know
I was on medication!
April 15th, 2025