Therapy Sessions Poem by White Tiger

I sit and stare, out my windows glare
For my therapy, I prepare, my mindset is there

I take out my pen, and I open my book
I turn to the window, giving one last look

Now the mood is set, with no regret
I take to my writings, indulged to forget

Many hours will pass, before my pen will stop
I am in deep meditation, on a mountain top

These are my therapy's, which I love so much
They cure me daily, with their devine touch.


C. Vergara
06.27.2011