Therapy

by Michael   Dec 1, 2019


I talk to you-
about how the moon turns
its back on the stars
and the sky becomes a forest of darkness

I try to cut through the branches
of the clouds, but my mind isn’t sharp
enough to do so

at the moment.

I feel the weight of pressure,
bearing down upon my shoulders;
running its cold hands through my muscles
toying with my nerves.

Twitching.

the air-
presses-up against the window-
trapped between the panes of glass
I want to break them and free up
the atmosphere

but you, open them for me
-and I feel a deep rush of relief
that fill my lungs, starved of breath

my nose catches a glimpse
of fresh lavender

I slowly recline my thoughts;
and ease into the cushion of my mind
where a reservoir of agitation awaits

I hear footsteps of stress;
stomping around in my mind;
like a noisy neighbour living above me

Quietness;
hushes the madness
as you calmly, slip into my shoes
and join me in the blue of my eyes.

You light a candle at the end
of the tunnel and help me, to
find a way through the war in my head.

Together we break-up the party,
where depression socialises with anxiety

You don’t say anything-

-for the silence of your empathy
speaks louder than any words.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Angie

    I absolutely love this Michael! Congrats on the win!

    There is nothing like having that special someone who provides that unconditional support... I cannot pinpoint my favorite stanza as they are all amazing, I just love this piece!

    • 4 years ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Angie for reading and your comments :) x

  • 4 years ago

    by Skyfire

    Love. Intrigued by the 2nd stanza particularly, at it mixes the imagery of trees and clouds in a lovely, ominous way. It pulls together so many emotions for me.

    • 4 years ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Skyfire for your nice comments and reading. There is certainly an ominous perspective, as you put it :)x

  • 4 years ago

    by D.

    A gorgeous poem Michael, full of lovely imagery, the first two stanzas especially. ‘My mind not being sharp enough’ is great!

    I didn’t think :

    ‘I hear footsteps of stress;
    stomping around in my mind;
    like a noisy neighbour living above me’

    Fitted so well, though, I like it as an image, just not in the context of this poem. And I do feel, personally the last stanza is a little cliched and over telling. Something simple like ‘you don’t say anything, but you never had to’ or ‘you don’t say anything’ and then finish the poem.

    Just a personal thing. :) beautiful as ever though, Michael!

    • 4 years ago

      by Michael

      Thanks fella for your comments as always.. I did wonder about the end of my poem, and I did also think it may sound a little cliched. I felt it was a sort of 'getaway with' cliché. I'm not a huge fan of cliché for sure, but I just felt it ended okay with that.
      I used to live below a noisy neighbour (wooden floor nightmare) and for some reason while I was writing this, I related it to the 'stress' in my mind and the noise that drove me mad haha! there is a connection, but I certainly see your point. Thanks so much for your perspective fella, always appreciated :)

  • 4 years ago

    by Star

    I love how this started the moon turning its back on the stars! The title brings the poem together so beautifully!
    I love this!!!

    • 4 years ago

      by Michael

      Thank you STAR, lovely words, M :)

  • 4 years ago

    by Everlasting

    How great is to have someone or anything to talk to about how we feel even if we don’t say anything at all. I enjoyed this read. Michael. Thanks for sharing.
    My favorite lines:
    Quietness;
    hushes the madness
    as you calmly, slip into my shoes
    and join me in the blue of my eyes.

    • 4 years ago

      by Michael

      Thank you Everlasting for your nice comments and nomination, much appreciated :)

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