Therapy Sessions          April 20, 2018

Therapists
With their cherub faces
And
Sugar-sweet voices
Tell me that this is
Something I must
Live with
As if they
Themselves
Wake up
And cook
A delightful breakfast
For the destructive
Resident
In my head
             They don’t
I can see it
In
Their watery eyes
Glazed over
From listening to
Her sadness
His madness
Their wilderness
Almost as if
Our pain
Haunts them
Words of comfort
Are offered
And so I take them
“Breathe”
They say
And breathe I do
And at the end
Of a long session
Where things were said
Where perhaps
I cried
Where perhaps
I didn’t
Where feelings were
Explored
Expressed
And momentarily
Explained
Whatever the case
May be
These therapists
Will feel
Good and done
As if they have
Helped
The world today
And she will return to
Her sadness
And he,
His madness
And they,
Their wilderness

And I
I will go home
As the rest
Do
To the destruction
Within my
Head

Waking up
And cooking
Whatever is in
The cupboard

-Atlas ’18