A Therapist's Life

Sometimes I feel
downtrodden
and start to
wonder
Who do I think
I am?
I'm no one's
savior
I'm not a
saint
I just do what
I can for others
then I
go home
Still, I want
more
I get lost in
the fog of
other peoples'
problems
I stay there
for awhile with
them
no better
no worse
just sharing
some of life's
ferocious
ups and
downs
Sometimes we
cry
sometimes we
celebrate
It's a special
kind of
intimacy
a special
kind of love
This is what
I do
and this is what
it's like
to be a
therapist