The Crazy Shrink Poem by Holly Jamestone

Narrow and unyielding, enigma
Yet he treats patients with utmost brilliance
His advice bathing them in guidance and
Nurturing a sense of safety and wellness

Propping them back up week after week
As they hoist him to a pedestal
Built of marble gratitude, vulnerable velvet
Birthstones scattered in a nearby wishing well

His own life a veritable trainwreck of insanity
Crashing and burning on a daily basis
No depth, nor direction nor socialization nor character
Nothing to do on the arduous molasses weekends

His nasty clock ticking, time snailing by until
This drone-like stick figure with blank face in
Residing in a colorless suburban land of chameleons
Heads off to the city in patience toward patients

Not a duty but an obsession to live vicariously
In his fairytale world of illusion, empty
A willing carpenter tweaking patients moods
While beneath his own skin his brain weeps