talk therapy

it does not take

a licensed counselor

to make you feel good

 

sometimes a call to a friend

and a friendly talk

will do wonders

 

I was once in the dumps

feeling bad about myself

when a friend from another town

called me

 

he knew

I was feeling down

he told me a joke

and I laughed and laughed

and my mood shifted

and the day became better

 

talk therapy

may also be done

with a pet

pets seem to listen

and not argue

 

be your own

best friend

find ways to feel good

about yourself

i gave up too soon

I was making it

My dream

was working

I had mojo then

wanting to live from poems

that came endlessly

I bet my early years on writing

Saw many reading and buying

the books in bookstores, card shops

and college stores

Letters arrived almost daily

sharing poems and including photos

Ten books in stores

and more waiting to publish

then sales slowed

Reality knocked

for rent, gasoline

car repairs

and food

When I began my dream

life was easy

and affordable

I was to surviving

Then someone changed the

life’s price tag . . .

I had to work

and  put my dreams on hold

Recently I opened

forgotten boxes of poems

in my attic

For days I look at the sky

and clouds like I used to

wondering

can I become excited again

I didn’t see my dreams

in the sky anymore

 

I should have listened to you then

how was I to know

that one day I would call you on the phone

and you would no longer answer?

 

 

 

you were always there

to talk with

to visit

how was I to know that your time

here was about to end?

 

 

If I could do it over

I would take time to talk each day

I would withhold words

that were not so kind and gentle

 

 

but I was self-centered

and missed times we should

have enjoyed

 

 

how I

miss you

 

 

I will

always miss you

 

I am broken but trying to be holy

I am broken into many pieces. I am not the same person I was as a child, as a student or as a friend.  I relate and expect differently today than yesterday.  Inside, I am trying to be holy in my own way.  Even as I continue the Christian path, I find myself daily not meeting up to what I wish. I try to help others — strangers, friends and family. This is the part of me trying to become holy.  In this body of clay, my spirit strives to help and heal others by my words and actions. 

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