Week After Week

Week after week
She visits her psychologist
She don't remember why
Tuesday after tuesday

She tries to be a reason for going there
At the beginning, it was for problems of insomnia
Now, she don't know

She's so confuse
She had a difficult childhood
Now she's 47

Her mother was an alcoholic
Her father wasn't there

85$ per hour
It is not given

In every sessions,
She has a new problem
She realize new things
About her self

She don't know
What to do
She goes to her psy
Again and again





Poetry by toplez
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Written on 2009-09-14 at 02:06

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Morpheus
I do understand her sentiment. And, there is a lot of truth as to what you have written.

Sometimes, 'life' becomes therapy. It is 'free,' and a whole lot more interesting. But a good therapist can open our minds to the wonderous and sometimes bitterness that we hide inside.

Thank you for sharing.
2009-09-14