Mike is a retired psychologist who is relatively new to the world of writing poetry.
© 2010 Mike Berger, PhD
I didn't know how to stop the process.
None of the medications seem to help.
This was a high strung woman with a
deep perfectionist streak.
She felt control slipping away and knew
she was coming unraveled. She was tearing
apart at the seams; fading in and out of
Hard economic times had delivered a
devastating blow. She was the top sales
person in a brokerage firm. The bottom had
fallen out of the business.
So what do you do when the cheering stops?
You try to hold it together but you slide down
hill; everything else fails.
That's not a good scenario for someone who
believes that first is first and second is nothing.
Gone are the flashing eyes and a ready smile.
No more glib sales diatribe. She sits in the
corner and cries. There are no medications
that will help. We can only sedate her and
ease her pain.
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