MY THERAPY

Poetry is my therapy,

So I dropped to my knee and asked it to marry me.

Because indeed I believe, like every breath I breathe,

It will be there until they bury me.

…And maybe even after.

Laughter;

of joy inside because now I realize

that I’ve been given this ride by the Master!

I can speak to God without a pastor;

Move through space and time…

a little faster!

Ma-n, poetry is my therapy!

So I dropped to my knee and asked it to marry me.

Because indeed I believe, like every breath I breathe,

It will be there until the ANGELS carry me.

My DESTINY hurried to me…

When my thinking graduated from I to WE.

From micro to macro

My spiritual cash flow was never in need.   

Poetry = Therapy.