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Therapy

Get in touch with your
Inner child

Well I bet you'd
Be shocked if it turned out
That your inner child was
Boris Yeltsin

(Would you like more Shmirnoffs
With that bowl of shredded wheat?)

But seriously

We sit and recall
Those impressionable years
Times we were yelled at,
Overly punished
And made to feel small
For having neither the sense to
Know better, nor the presence
Of mind to defend ourselves

Then we take these isolated instances
Of unresolved guilt - cumulative in their effect
And pour through them and like Russian dolls

And with our current selves
We embrace our former selves
And mend the gaps between the two


John Ejaife II

This poem is appearing in the Book
Spinning About Three Axes

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