Tuesday, 22 February 2011

Therapy First

Walking down the steps,
looking at the slightly wilted plants,
it still feels, like I am out of place,
yet, down into the basement I go,

she is waiting of course,
a kind, yet oddly stern face,
I imagine she could be a teacher,
if she wanted,

always a glass of water by my side,
she sits down,
takes up her pen and smiles,
so, how are you then?

4 comments:

  1. Beautiful piece of writing Abigail. Thank you for sharing. That question "how are you?" has never had a more profound meaning than asked by such a person. The pen and paper though is a mixed blessing, is it not? On the one hand, it expresses such commitment to understanding "how you are" and on the other hand is quite unnerving, I find.

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  2. I think this is brave prose so personal My hand reached out as you were walking down those stairs I am taking a wander around if you not mind to read you have inspired captured my interest as always i like your style of writing very much ... beez :)

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  3. Thankyou both for taking the time to write such kind and thought out comments.
    Quirina, Yes, the pen and paper is a mixed blessing :)
    Beez, thanks for joining me on the steps, your more than welcome to wander :)

    Thanks again

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  4. It was my forays into Nature,
    Where I chose to confide
    The neurosis of a modern man
    The sprits of wild places
    Embraced me
    Every time was different
    When it was time to cry
    There was the ocean and streams
    To swallow my tears
    When I was angry
    I burned things in a fire.
    When I sought inspiration
    The clouds took on shapes
    When I needed hope
    I planted seeds in the earth
    Luckily
    I bought my pad and pencil along
    Recording the rings of rebirth
    That radiated throughout
    The trunk of my emerging self
    Now there is a book...
    A book of my own therapy
    Done the natural way.

    OneLove--Tiger Windwalker( friend of beez)

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