Poetry Therapy

Sometimes with my poems, my wounds I lick, 

Other times I nurture ulcers, pain gives me a kick. 

Sometimes I pour venom, that burns the page on which I write, 

Other times I become Neelkanth, making the world's wrongs right.  

They say poetry heals trauma - of world or myself - difficult to say, 

At the rate this balm is being applied, poetry is here with me to forever stay. 

Some use it as a vehicle, to regurgitate emotions and clarify thoughts,

To make some sense of madness, to forcefully fit and connect the dots. 

I write as a form of therapy, to soothe and heal the world, 

To create a caring universe, to weave magic with my word.

My therapy though is shock therapy, to shake you from your sleep,

My words should haunt and taunt you - pierce and puncture you deep.

 

Physician, heal thyself, is the retort you make,

I'll keep hurting with my poems- there's much at stake!