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Poetry by Mike Berger, PhD 

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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