By Charles Sapp II
Some therapy this is—
too timid to excavate my emotions
and transport them into visible displays of word play.
I miss my Mother.
The loneliness is smothering my concentration.
It has been four years since I’ve heard your voice,
although I see you throughout nature
and I know you see me also.
Sometimes I just want to see the human form.
I cry internally everyday
with hopes of flooding the void
of your physical departure
and to feel full again,
as my memories of you surface.
The love is eternal.
My qualms and weakness
is that I’m human.
February 26, 2008
Therapeutic Exercise
