Crushing grayness rolls over me.
As a wave that refuses
to retreat to the sea,
Time to call the therapist, can you see me right away? please
No relief on the horizon
Simply another wave
and another after that.
Oh good she can see me just a bit more time to write
Each wave larger than the one before,
Their anger growing in succession
I shrink before their display of power
The lowering sky merges
with the surface of the raging water
Margins erased they roil as one
Therapist, “What’s wrong, what happened?
Me, “I was robbed, they stole all my tools, $10,000 worth” I am so depressed, I can’t sleep, feel suicidal, I can’t deal with this.
Therapist,” How about we try EMDR, its worked well for you before.
45 minutes later, Thank you I have to go home and finish that poem I was working on. Let’s see where was I