Therapy

Therapy

-Jly 26, 2021

H. W. Bryce

As I watched her suffer pain and weary of all sympathy,

I felt forlorn, my mood was torn, ’tween anger and of empathy;

I could not fix her ills, there was no healing voice,

And search as hard as search I could, I still could find no choice.

I could not live in such a state depressed

Without a way for happiness to be expressed;

I lived in fear that I’d embrace misathropy–

There was no doubt, I gravely needed therapy.

And so I joined like-minded minds and found some sympathy,

And now my world is like a little symphony

I say my pain in rhyme and pass it off without a fee–

I read it to the group and walk away quite free!

In sum, I find my path to peacefulness is this:

Accept my fate and fight her fight to cure all this.

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