Poetry Is My Best Psychiatrist Poem by nadia abduljabbar

All my pain is to flee,
My anger about to fly away,
Though I lost my way
My frustration more or
Less disappear,
Once I set on my desk
Waiting for a click
To tap on my key board,
Or feeling my heart beat,
Motivating me to hold my pen
And write what I feel,
Suddenly all wounds are erased,
As if I am sitting on
A chaise longue before a good
Professional Psychiatrist,
And wonder I about
The effect of poetry
On this heart and mind
That no human being
Could really reach.