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Therapy
An endless rhythmic beat
A sort of faint knocking in the distance.
The hands of a mutual therapist
Pounding hard on the delicate chest
Beating delicately on the hard chest.
A cruel and merciless treatment
Squenching our precious time on this earth.
Depleting such valuable energy from our souls
As the timer ticks away - anyway.
Faster! Faster!
Harder! Harder!
Day in, day out
A mindless routine sets in.
The anxiety of every breath grows stronger
With each cupped pound.
The aching back. sore muscles.
The bleeding hands gloved for protection
The cup overflows.
What meaning gives this bizarre and undignified practice
To the core of our existence?
"I love you!" says the beating rhythm.
With each beat a reminder that you are no burden
A cherished moment of togetherness
Of deep connection between you and me.
A synchronicity of beating arms
Is a synchronicity of love and affection.
Isabel Stenzel Byrnes
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