Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Poem



Poem

What to convey?
Heck what do I say?
Depends on the moment,
What I need to get out.

Why does it help?
Almost like therapy?
Like a gulp of medicine you take,
Then a release or relief of syptoms happen in time.

Does it cool or thoughts?
Release the memories?
Allow us to share our grief?
Understand or come to terms?

I am not so sure.
But it is better than a hurl.
I know it works for me.
That is all I care it to be.

Author Notes

Poetry and poems I write have come to mean help for me as a means of therapy
© Sandra Lynn Mallo Adcock. All rights reserved,

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