Delta40
10-22-2011, 06:13 PM
Here we all sit at therapy spot marked X
scrawled names stuck on our foreheads
as the ice breaker process begins.
Hi I'm Anthony and I've got some real problems...
I'm Mary and, yeah, that's all.
I'm here because my doctor threatened to admit me.
Surrounded by art and materials
as if boxes of coloured pencils
glue and used magazines
will ever quell the anxiety,
the rage
the self-pity.
Yet before me is a template
on how to fold a comfort box
This is the goddam challenge I must face
with this whacko group?
Origami. Origami. Say it three times and
realize plainess can be transformed
into beauty through application.
Is that me wanting to change or just token comfort?
The teacher smiles maternally at each of us
as if we were her own babies.
Choose the paper wisely people. It's very important.
Jesus! more decisions? This is too hard for me
Shut up Mary, nobody actually cares about you anyway.
I'm the one with the genuine pain here.
The meditation music annoys me into thinking
that I should be doing something meaningful
Somebody rescue me from whalespeak and dolphintalk!
Fold as per the instructions remembering
always to breathe in through the nose,
out through the mouth.
I'm glad my children can't see me like this.
Playing kindergarten with burnt out
useless people whose knuckles are as white as mine.
We are all hanging on for dear life.
Her powdered face and floral scent gives her
an authority to ask me as I tear the patterned piece,
Is everything alright?
Would you like me to help you understand the instructions?
I don't need to be here.
Screw the paper and screw her arty farty therapy group.
I flee in search for the sun.
scrawled names stuck on our foreheads
as the ice breaker process begins.
Hi I'm Anthony and I've got some real problems...
I'm Mary and, yeah, that's all.
I'm here because my doctor threatened to admit me.
Surrounded by art and materials
as if boxes of coloured pencils
glue and used magazines
will ever quell the anxiety,
the rage
the self-pity.
Yet before me is a template
on how to fold a comfort box
This is the goddam challenge I must face
with this whacko group?
Origami. Origami. Say it three times and
realize plainess can be transformed
into beauty through application.
Is that me wanting to change or just token comfort?
The teacher smiles maternally at each of us
as if we were her own babies.
Choose the paper wisely people. It's very important.
Jesus! more decisions? This is too hard for me
Shut up Mary, nobody actually cares about you anyway.
I'm the one with the genuine pain here.
The meditation music annoys me into thinking
that I should be doing something meaningful
Somebody rescue me from whalespeak and dolphintalk!
Fold as per the instructions remembering
always to breathe in through the nose,
out through the mouth.
I'm glad my children can't see me like this.
Playing kindergarten with burnt out
useless people whose knuckles are as white as mine.
We are all hanging on for dear life.
Her powdered face and floral scent gives her
an authority to ask me as I tear the patterned piece,
Is everything alright?
Would you like me to help you understand the instructions?
I don't need to be here.
Screw the paper and screw her arty farty therapy group.
I flee in search for the sun.