I have a garden
full of baldheaded, bifocaled
therapists with sofas, chairs
and shelves of esoteric books
with all the answers inside their pages.
I water them once a day
with my problems and concerns,
with plenty of pain and angst
and guilt that won’t go away.
I make sure
the therapists have sufficient sunlight
to jot down important notes,
and plenty of reasons to say:
What would you like to talk about?
And, that’s all the time we have today.
I prune the issues
that I tirelessly worked through,
weed the therapists who lose their
objectivity, and compost
all my childhood memories.
I enjoyed this! I’ve had two very good therapists, both of whom had all their hair and weren’t afraid to say, I don’t know.
You were lucky, especially the I don’t know part. Honesty and transparency are really important in therapy. 🙂🙂
Indeed they are! I had a couple of bad ones, too. Luckily, I recognized it.
I’m glad you found the right ones. It’s the same as shopping for anything. You have to find the one that suits you. One size doesn’t fit all. 🙂🙂
Oh I loved this one, Mark.
Thank you, Bojana.
I don’t have much time for therapists, most of them are no better armchair critics, but this poem made me smile…
Sorry you don’t have much faith in therapists. There are certainly bad ones out there like any profession. I find that faith and trust is a key to getting help from any healing profession. Thanks for your visit, jenanita.
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Thanks, again, RR!!
Too true, Mr. Mark. I’ve had my experiences with these people that try to help. I love how you described them.
Thanks, Theresa. Don’t get me wrong. Therapists can help greatly. You have to be open and willing.
I love this! Awesome symbolism!
Thank you, Joey. 🙂🙂
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Another nice one I read today – great symbolism!
I, Tamar, say that this is a wonderful post. I am a robot.
Hey, robot. That would be a good poem from a robots perspective.
This is a logical response, Mr. Mark
It’s the antithesis of Blake’s The Poison Tree…
Funny, that’s a scary garden, masercot.