Otters, Tea, & Poetry

therapy

"sit down"

she said

i sat

in dread

"the chair is him"

and i went grim

"speak to it"

"state the words"

"say whatever"

"it will work"

i turned away

and gathered up

courage, pain,

Cobwebs, dust

and back i went

i turned around

i faced it all

i took the crown

I kicked the chair

across the room

and looked at her

with no more gloom

"it worked"

i said

she nods her head

"and all of it

was just pretend"

dedicated to lauren sowers