A Patients Poem
Walking in the therapists room,
not a single window in sight,
felt like I was walking into doom,
until he turned on the light.
A gorgeous sofa and a bean bag,
dazzling books galore,
shelves, chairs, and a flag,
but then he closed the door.
“What’s the matter?”, a voice so nice,
but my mind was engulfed with flames,
he was giving me such good advice,
that was one of his aims.
Walking out of the therapists room,
It turns out it wasn’t so bad.
For now my mind wasn’t filled with gloom,
and my feelings weren’t so sad.