* Poem and pencil drawing attributed to Christal Rice Cooper and copyright granted by Christal Rice Cooper.
Saturday, May 20, 2017
A poem on Mental Illness and the Rubber band Therapy . . .
The rubber bands pull hairs from my wrists.
Dr. Conner told me the medicine
would never be enough
So each time the torment comes
I pull the rubber bands
way back and let go.
It hurts. The torment goes away
for a moment.
Girl friends think my rubber bands are a statement.
They wear rainbow rubber bands
on their wrists.
Dr. Conner sees the bruises.
“You need to get rid of the rubber bands for awhile
so your wrists can heal.”
I tell him no,
Little pain is the only thing that rids big pain.