this is my therapy

Once smart as a whip, brimmed with energy
Now, not doing what I love - Is it sickness or lethargy

I believe creative outlets let us heal
And novel thoughts are mind's healthy meal
I don't know why I stay away still
As life unfolds like a movie reel

There's a battle between my mind and brain
Mind says you're good as brain says "nein"
Even while I craft this and make it rhyme
Brain just whispers, "You're wasting time"

Puzzled by life's confuddling melody
background thoughts keep looking for a remedy
Emotions still keep bottling up
Only to come out as periodic blurp

It's not like I don't listen to the inner yelp
Not really one to shy away from any help
In order to get "fixed" and stop being a grouch
Sometimes, I slouch on a chitchating couch
Sadly, that doesn't help me a pouch

As issues pinch me like thorns of rose
I write condensed thoughts as rhyming prose
Perhaps this is how I be more of me
And let go of other things and let them be

I guess I should do this more, as this is my therapy

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