Therapy in Art

January 8, 2015

I live in a world where passion lies deep and no one is willing to dig.

Pass me my shovel piling sweat and tears,

I will dig for not only your souls, but mine.

I love you, and passion will be restored.

we bury our souls six feet under before our bodies even grow weary.

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Comments (2)

ScorpioD91Jan 24, 2015

<p>Short and sweet to the mind</p>

jansenshowardJan 8, 2015

<p>This poem is about inspiration, and my personal motivation to become an art therapist.</p>

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