Therapy Poem 14: attempt
all my attempts feel insignificant incomplete when I get the call about your attempt to complete
all my attempts feel insignificant incomplete when I get the call about your attempt to complete
when I was a child I wished I was a wizard it took a long time for me to realize humans cannot be trusted with magic greedy, short-sighted, violent I became a therapist instead (after a brief detour) working with those same humans vulnerable, well-meaning, overwhelmed when they say, “I need to process trauma” or […]
you arrive screaming what a terrifying thing infinite potential for harm and kindness more screaming, more and more, at all hours like you know about this place already I, on behalf of the shattered then partially and insufficiently reconstructed planet, apologize what suffering will you cause, alleviate, survive and who will you blame? completely dependent […]
you have 167 hours every week to build yourself up or tear yourself down (or be torn down by others) to work and rest and play and socialize and isolate and change to despair and rejoice and remember . we get 1 hour most weeks to process everything you are and were and want and […]