By Mark Tulin
I don’t want to be a healer anymore.
I grew weary of helping people,
massaging and soothing a troubled spirit,
absorbing their pain and suffering,
and spending years redirecting them
to a manageable change.
I don’t want to be a therapist anymore,
sitting across from a client who distorts the world
and help them out of crisis mode
from a one-hour session to the next.
I want to take care of my woes,
treating my wounds and hurts
and befriending my child-within.
I want to find a sense of place,
discovering the joys in life,
and getting good REM sleep.
“Writing creates an intimacy with the world.” – the writer