Therapy



Typewriter

I write. I write some more. I flow, I let it pour. Therapist in me, crazy as it seems. I write it out then close the door.

Shadows creeping on the page. Pen on fire, burns the rage. No more ribbons left undone. The shy girl leaps, flies from her cage.

Rhyming, chiming the song is done. No more misery left unsung. Peace and love for all the children. New sun, new world has just begun