Poetry My Therapy

By James Miller

This book is designed to help people get in touch with their inner strength, courage and ability to put into words feelings and corrective measures that can be used to motivate change in one's life. It's a helpful tool for self therapy when you find yourself alone.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: May 4, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669815679

James Miller

James Miller is a professor of politics and the chair of liberal studies at the New School for Social Research. He is the author of The Passion of Michel Foucault and Flowers in the Dustbin: The Rise of Rock & Roll, 1947–1977, among other books. He lives in New York City.

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Rev. date: 03/11/2022

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Contents

Circles

Giving

Reflection

The Long Haul

You can’t see me

Alone

My Space

My Calm

Can You Handle the Truth

Practice Change

Sick and Tired

Substance Abuse

Feelings

Fear

Myself

The Land

Purpose

Detachment

Today

Something for Me

My Colors

Sounds

What Does It Mean

My Goals

Why Do I Smile

Scenes

I’m Not Done Yet

Acceptance

Count your blessings

My Flow

Purpose

The Land

I’m Positive

Darkness

Hands

Letting Go

In A Minute

Tranquility

Love

Day Dream

Through My Eyes

My Stripes

J O Y

MY Harmony

Finding My Peace

My Poverty

Sitting In My Silence

Destiny

W E

My Life In 60 sec.

Circles

James Miller

As I turn around, I see my life flow in circles. In and out of jails,

treatment centers, homeless shelters, streets littered with empty

crack Viles, broken smiles, people choking

in death trying to catch

their breath in the smog that is left. Cops

and robbers, they’re both

partners in crime together like two birds

of a feather. I realize I must

strive to exist in my mind and thoughts

and create in myself a space

for hope that won’t get lost. I spread my

arms wide expecting to hug

love, instead I hug thugs who claim to

have my back instead they have

my crack. I’m in jail they don’t have my

bail when I get in trouble, they

are the first to tell to save their tale. I say

now in utter disgust, I must,

overcome I must learn to trust, these

streets that covered me with its

dust I’m about to get beast and bust,

free whether on my feet or on

my knees. I’m going around in circles getting dizzy from going

nowhere letting go is hard to do. This momentum has me pinned

down. Why did I ever pay to get on this Ferris wheel of hopeless,

nothing less, everything a constant less a constant mess. I’m done

spinning, I’m turning around and headed in the other direction,

lessoned well learned. Just because I’m moving doesn’t mean I’m

making progress, it could mean maybe I’m still going in circles.

Giving

James Miller

What does it mean to give? To give of myself until I have nothing left to live, for, you want more? I mean what about me? Don’t I deserve a piece of the pie? From my heart I give, I think at least when I’m giving to you, you don’t seem to complain. I give of my time, is that a waste of time? Maybe not as long