This is how insecure I am (sometimes) and how low my self esteem plummets (sometimes) After posting for the first time, I decided to browse through some other blog sites (ya know, just for fun - I said to myself) --- Of course, I simply had to stay up until 4 am, so that I could discover that ALL the other bloggers had more interesting things to say than I did. Being masochistic, I had to keep going on and on, until I noticed through the skylight in my study, that daylight was about to break through. A revealation - - EVERYONE has a life - a story - a history. Hey, I'm not the only one that has gone through good and bad, high and low, hot and cold............all of you out there are Interesting, Complicated, Humorous, Sad, Funny.... I read so many good postings..........layers upon layers of lives, opened wide for everyone to read and share. I'M AMAZED - I'M IMPRESSED - I'M HUMBLED. and now here is another poem that I wrote, which will be clue #2 into my life - a poem for my therapist. YUP - I gave it to him, and he loved it. (well, I pay him enough, he's gotta love it.
THERAPY
Every Monday at twelve fifteen
I time my arrival, and on your doorbell I lean.
Ding dong, and down each stair,
Into your quarters, my woes to share.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned”
My indiscretions tumble out, they are lost to the wind.
Hello…Can you hear me? Can you save me?
Do you know me? Can you free me?
I tell my life in my teasing way,
Always on stage, and you…so blasé.
Nothing can shock you, I know cause I’ve tried
Just to get a reaction, but you take it in stride.
Where is it going, what is my end
Can I be elevated or will I descend.
I don’t think I’ll sink lower, my moods are too dark
I do have my moments, the limelight, the spark!
Quick as they come, sadly they fade
The sun shines one moment, then back to the shade.
I see my colors turning gray, the brightness has flown
Lonely did I come here, and I depart alone.
I don’t know where, or to whom I go,
But cloudy thoughts will follow, this I surely know.
Each week I look for answers, for tidbits given sparingly,
And all, that I might laugh again, do you think that this might be?
Until next time, folks...............
THERAPY
Every Monday at twelve fifteen
I time my arrival, and on your doorbell I lean.
Ding dong, and down each stair,
Into your quarters, my woes to share.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned”
My indiscretions tumble out, they are lost to the wind.
Hello…Can you hear me? Can you save me?
Do you know me? Can you free me?
I tell my life in my teasing way,
Always on stage, and you…so blasé.
Nothing can shock you, I know cause I’ve tried
Just to get a reaction, but you take it in stride.
Where is it going, what is my end
Can I be elevated or will I descend.
I don’t think I’ll sink lower, my moods are too dark
I do have my moments, the limelight, the spark!
Quick as they come, sadly they fade
The sun shines one moment, then back to the shade.
I see my colors turning gray, the brightness has flown
Lonely did I come here, and I depart alone.
I don’t know where, or to whom I go,
But cloudy thoughts will follow, this I surely know.
Each week I look for answers, for tidbits given sparingly,
And all, that I might laugh again, do you think that this might be?
Until next time, folks...............