Intentional and/or Unconventional...How Bizarre*

With my door slightly ajar,

I sat in my cozy nook,

reading from my small black notebook.

Remembering each and every page.

Brittle and faded with age.

Tear stained and tattered.

All that really matters is,

How Bizarre*

Marked with a st*r!

My mother’s check bounced!

Not enough money in her account.

I lost hope for help,

to stop myself.

I must have an infection.

I don’t want CJ to catch it!

How Bizarre*

I jumped in my car.

I drove fast, with urgency!

This is an emergency!

In need of help and improvement!

I had to see Dr Newman...

I could not help it!

Nor could I quell it!

How Bizarre*

They are.

These words in my head keep burning.

Constantly twisting and turning.

Into something else.

Here, see for yourself.

I handed her my laptop.

Please make it stop!

She didn’t get very far,

before she thought, How Bizarre*

And then,

at the end,

she wrote in my chart,

How Bizarre*

I asked her for medication.

She recommended an evaluation.

I sighed.

She cried,

you need to take

a break.

Take some time to replenish.

So that you win when you finish!

She handed me an envelope.

On it she wrote I hope, no, I know.

You need this more than me.

And right now is when you leave.

I looked at the Dr. and the Dr. said,

This won’t stop the words jumping in your head!

How Bizarre*

I thanked her as I closed the door.

Inside were tickets for a 10-day cruising vacation.

A totally out of your mind destination!

Once on board,

I reaped reward;

by placing a bet,

on the game of roulette.

My first spin,

$20,000 I did win!

I had never played before.

I didn”t play anymore.

I have a condition.

It’s known as addiction.

Gambling was never my habit,

And I knew not to chance it.

So, not being a fool,

I jumped in the pool!

And swam up to an open bar!

How Bizarre*

With tearful, bloodshot eyes,

I finally realized,

she got me!

Cruising with both the Poetic and Psychiatric Societies

PPS YES!

It was definitely intentional!

And even unconventional!

What a trip!

A healing gift.

So many times she tried,

to improve my life.

She said she wasn’t doing her job,

if I continued to sob.

At her insistence,

with my written permission,

she posted some stuff...

about me and such,

on her social media site.

And, overnight,

with my consent and her intent,

whatever it was that she sent,

passed vocal and went viral!

The words continued to spiral!

Too good to be bad!

Am I going mad?

Up, up and away!

Only to find out in just 10 days…

With need.

To me.

PPS YES!

I have an appointment next month,

I intend to show her what she helped get done!

This *3

Means more...

That’s why it’s marked,

not with a hashtag, but a st*r!

How Bizarre*