Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rant. Show all posts

Friday, February 20, 2015

Deadly sins

Ever notice how some people get more credit than others? Deserved or undeserved? Me too.

Home today
Working through some
Of the seven deadly sins.
I would rather focus
On other things.
I am stuck in the middle
Of envy, avarice and wrath.
They are embodied
By older women who have accrued
More credit than I perceive they should,
Some well-deserved
In my oh-so-discerning eye,
Some not so deserved
In my bedeviled heart.
They are writers.
Everything they write drips gold
Even when it doesn’t.
Everything they write is quoted,
And quoted,
And quoted again.
If I read one more quotation
I may rant somewhere inappropriate.
I am home trying to figure
Which sin applies.
Envy?
Avarice?
Wrath seems too big.
Pride covers all.
Gluttony, lust and sloth
Will need to wait
For another day.

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Personality Disorder, NOS


I am a mental health professional and a priest and a mother and a wife and.... well, a lot of things.  All of us are.  A lot of things.  I am a Person with a capital P.  So are you... and you... and you.  So is every person I sit with in my office, every person I sit next to on the train, every person I pass in the street, simply:  Every Person, Everywhere.  I am a Child of God, as is everyone I encounter, everyone I work with.  I question the helpfulness of Axis 2, most of the time.  Truth be told, we all could be charted on Axis 2, somewhere.  Not Otherwise Specified.


Most of the time
I question Axis 2.
Before learning the DSM structure
In grad school
I had different categories
For people
(Sure I had categories)
But mostly
They were still People
With a capital P.
Walking
Breathing
Children of God.
They still are.
This is a rant.
I know.
Not very poetic
Or even
Reflective.
Most of the time I question
Axis 2.
Truth be told
We all have a number
On Axis 2.
We are all in the book.
These are behavior quirks
Which make us
Not like other people.
Still
We are People
With a capital P,
Walking
Breathing
Children of God.
N  ot
O  therwise
S  pecified.
Thank God.
Praise God.