Sometimes I worry I write for my shrink.
Diagramming all but the kitchen sink.
Or maybe, all this is therapeutic too.
Maybe, this is how I sort out what to do.
Possibly, this could, my subconscious, settle.
Possibly getting it down steels my mettle.
Who knows if any of it counts in the end?
Whether you were the good or bad among men.
In danger of sounding simplistically trite…
Both creating & talking have seen me right.
L.B.Stowe 