Poetry

Poem: The Weary Healer by Mark Tulin

I don’t want to be a healer anymore.
I grew weary of helping people,
massaging and soothing a troubled spirit,
absorbing their pain and suffering,
and spending years redirecting them
to a manageable change.
I don’t want to be a therapist anymore,
sitting across from a client who distorts the world
and help them out of crisis mode
from a one-hour session to the next.
I want to take care of my woes,
treating my wounds and hurts
and befriending my child-within.
I want to find a sense of place,
discovering the joys in life,
and getting good REM sleep.

“The Weary Healer” was first published on The Drabble.

Featured image by Mark Tulin on Unsplash.

I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

6 comments on “Poem: The Weary Healer by Mark Tulin

  1. I once asked a therapist how she could stand listening to people like me complain day in and day out.

  2. I can’t imagine what it must be like for a therapist. I’ve had some experience with them too, and the one I had seemed to be so well together. Thank you for what you did! It seems to be give you plenty to write about.

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