My Therapy

Sitting through the hours at work
I find myself counting down the minutes
Rushing to get home to you
To feel the keys of the laptop under my fingers
To feel the pen in the palm of my hand

I am rushing home to the ideas flowing through my head
Anxious to put them down on paper
You are my new obsession
The one thing that helps heal the current hole
In my soul

I haven’t felt a love like this for years
This profound feeling almost brings me to tears
When did this become my life?
The flow of the words
Brings me my needed therapy
It heals me.

I’m rushing home to you
To feel the keys under my fingers
To feel the pen in my palm

You are the one thing that helps heal the hole
In my soul.