Poetry is Therapy

Poetry is my therapy!
Without you, I don’t know where I’d be.
The Pen is my therapist,
I let you in my mind where all my thoughts exist.
You don’t have any degrees,
nor doctorates,
But for the price of your sessions,
I must insist!
You’re my nonviolent outlet that helps me cope with life’s anxieties.
You help me understand my feelings when I deal with life’s tragedies!
You let me get things off my chest
when best
for everyone involved,
To keep it close to the vest,
when silence lets the problem be solved.
It’s kinda funny that I can write so much since people always say I’m quiet,
But they don’t understand I’m writing,
to calm down my deafening, inner riot.
And if I let you read what I write,
then indeed I must consider you a friend.
Because my insecurity guards are usually strict about letting ones in.
You’re always open and available to listen,
Even at night, an ear, you’re ready to lend.
I mean right now as we speak,
my clock reads 4:03 a.m.!
When I can’t speak to anyone else but God,
only you and Him I can rely on!
I can turn to you to decipher my thoughts and receive a shoulder to cry on.
When I’m love sick,
you help me express my feelings to the one I love.
And when I’m lustful,
you let me explain my passion,
without being a judge.
When others read what we’ve talked about,
they don’t always understand,
But you always allow me to be me,
And examine who I am!