The dog ate my therapy homework

The dog ate my therapy homework
He chewed it up into bits.
It was spiced with tears and bitter regret
and held all the secrets I’m scared I’ll forget
Now I’m doomed – and my dog has the shits.

The cat ate my therapy homework
She shredded the evidence.
The lessons it taught me were so hard-earned
I’ll mess up again if it isn’t returned
and no one will heed my defense.

My kids burned my therapy homework
They tore it up for kindling.
The progress I’ve made has gone up in smoke
One step up, three steps back, it’s really no joke
‘cause my zeal for this process is dwindling.

The wind took my therapy homework
and blew it right out to sea.
That work yielded insights I’d like to recall
I hope I can get up the next time I fall
I guess I’ll just have to trust me.