My Therapist

by Maple Tree   Jul 10, 2019


I walk three blocks to see her-
once a week, I walk.

She sits in a chair with pen
and a smile, colorful outfit,
caring eyes, concerned eyes
because helping me is what
she does.

These days, she is my outlet
my only cushion between living
and breathing, urging me to
come back to life, to be the
woman I know I can be.

Her ears have heard pain for
so long, that you would think
darkness would start growing
upon her face, but it doesn't.

Her eyes light up,
as do mine, every time
I see her, because for now-

she's got the tissues and I
have the tears.

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  • 6 days ago

    by Wayne Gates

    I love the way this poem flows.
    I too have been helped by the caring eyes
    and patient voice of a great therapist.

  • 6 days ago

    by Rania Moallem

    I have goosebumps. My friend, I can't but envy your strength and admire your motherhood. I am glad to be able to imagine Rob in such a scene that although is full of pain but also full of love and authenticity. Your words speak volumes, it's only a short while and you'll be able to spend all the time you want together. May our bird feel better <3

  • 6 days ago

    by BOB GALLO

    Hug both of you. Good to hear from our beloved bird. in your poetry and now your journey back to even a grater Andrea or even her wonderful poetry. (if it is even possible ~wink wink~) Your bird is our bird. She belongs to everyone here because she belongs to you, to the soaring highs.

  • 1 week ago

    by S.T.A.R.

    "she's got the tissues and I
    have the tears."
    Oh my, what a strong ending. I just want to say one thing, I am very glad to know that there is somewhere/someone you can find comfort in.
    Sending you hugs from very far away <3

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