Therapy

As I sit on my front porch
The wind blows through my hair;
My mind can’t help but wonder
Why life’s not always fair.

A tear drop falls on the paper
As I slowly lift my pen,
Trying to release all my worries,
All my thoughts that are hid within.

All that I have written
Is the window to my soul
Stemmed from an experience
That in some way helped me grow.

So I take what life may give me
One day at a time.
I write it down on paper,
And somehow make it rhyme.

My writings are my therapy
To help me along the way.
But God is my strength
That gets me through each day.

-Wendy Vaughn