Therapy in Art


I live in a world where passion lies deep and no one is willing to dig.

Pass me my shovel piling sweat and tears,

I will dig for not only your souls, but mine.

I love you, and passion will be restored.

we bury our souls six feet under before our bodies even grow weary.



This poem is about inspiration, and my personal motivation to become an art therapist.


Short and sweet to the mind

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