A bowl of therapy

This writing is my therapy
As I rake myself over the coals of my experience
Challenging my resentment of my parents
My inability to do what I’m told,
The love I won’t allow myself to feel.
From downstairs come the sound of the spoon
In her bowl.

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Putting this up as part of the Open Link Night at dVerse poets pub. Swing by and join the fun

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9 thoughts on “A bowl of therapy

  1. What a fresh piece that effortlessly carries such a heavy load – very interesting the way you’ve done this – I’ll certainly be back for more – you are quite an original writer I think…

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