Thursday Therapy Thoughts

Sometimes your lunch spills on the

concrete and it feels like a poem.

Today feels hard.

It’s not big tragedy hard.

But I feel wobbly and sad and a bit angsty.

I either gotta eat a dirty turkey burger or

feel hungry.

And those aren’t the choices I wanted.

So I’m sad about my lunch.

And life and the world.

Cause I would’ve planned things differently

if I had all the say.