Therapy

Therapy, it is the key,
To soothe a tortured soul,
To live a life that’s free of strife,
Has always been my goal,
Without JB to talk with me,
I’m down the rabbit hole,
Yes therapy, it is the key,
To save my aching soul.

Therapy, it is the key,
To patch a bleeding heart,
It is the balm, to mend the harm,
That bruised me from the start,
With poetry to set me free,
And feelings left to chart,
Yes therapy, it is the key,
To heal my wounded heart

Therapy, it is the key,
To help me find true north,
It’s on the trail, my soul sets sail,
Through Nature’s loving swarth,
With steeper hills and bigger thrills,
To push adventure forth,
Yes therapy, it is the key,
To point my compass north.

Therapy, it is the key,
To find my worthy self,
For genuine is in decline,
When left upon their shelf,
With no more lies, from toxic spies,
My strength replaces stealth,
Yes, therapy it is the key,
To love my truest self.

Therapy, it is the key,
To soothe my weary soul,
I used to find, my manic mind,
Would fly down rabbit holes,
But with JB to talk with me,
I’m setting healthy goals,
Yes, therapy has been the key,
To save this tortured soul.

© The Complicated Bunny – 20 Apr 2023