It's the last day of the poetry challenge and that feels good. I've written every day, a poem every day. I have posted some here, not all. I like some better than others. My mind has gone in directions I wouldn't have planned and I like that. The last challenge is "letting go" and that was an easy one to write.
I try to imagine locking my office
for the last time, giving Melissa the key,
bringing home the statues and crystals.
I try to imagine no appointments,
no emergency phone calls, no moments
when a client suddenly feels worthy.
I try to imagine myself retired,
unstructured days, No role as therapist,
no familiar structure, no new client stories.
I try to imagine retiring and I can't.
I am far from ready to let go of the most
successful role I have created for myself.