nadia abduljabbar

(25/5/1957 / Makkah)

Poetry Is My Best Psychiatrist


All my pain is to flee,
My anger about to fly away,
Though I lost my way
My frustration more or
Less disappear,
Once I set on my desk
Waiting for a click
To tap on my key board,
Or feeling my heart beat,
Motivating me to hold my pen
And write what I feel,
Suddenly all wounds are erased,
As if I am sitting on
A chaise longue before a good
Professional Psychiatrist,
And wonder I about
The effect of poetry
On this heart and mind
That no human being
Could really reach.

Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013
Edited: Friday, July 05, 2013
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20 June 2013

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