Miracle

Today a miracle happened. I spoke up and was not shot to pieces.

I opened my mouth
and asked to meet.
The big chief agreed
and even said let's get something to eat.

At the lift I said
this is about something you said,
two sick days and a weekend passed
I have not been able to let it be laid to rest.

So we walked to 896
the cafe behind the bank,
We made our orders
then on the chairs our backs just sank.

Without much ado
I said things true,
My heart a-jump
a million beats and anxious too.

Off with her head
I feared he would say,
As I continued on
my world blurred save his big found face.

Alright he said
My poor soul stopped moving.
We'll hire a contractor
for that task that becomes your detractor.

Praise the Lord
my mumbling mind mimed.
I am alive
trying not to look like I was five.

Thank you I profusely uttered
Before long came my toast jammed and buttered.
The chief had eggs and bacon
and even talked on a "losing-weight battle" he is on.

I found myself revealing some more
bits I tried to lock from the world,
of Divorce and damaged emotions
Hey presto, the chief turned into a kitten.

His tears disguised as motorcycle eyes,
I proceeded to share that, Aye,
I also rode in to work once
and what tragic helmet hair I endured.

All things ended well,

Rapor built and world off my shoulders,
what little children that came out
of the two of us both fed and watered.

I thanked also my Lord above
for his mighty guidance and protection
Heaven forbid more evil
specially the resident evil whose name is Depression.

On to my personal Dr Phil
that same afternoon,
Her name is Dr Jill.
I told her, her advises worked a thrill.

She was impressed at my fast learning
and said "on me you won't be needing",
but recommending a referral she did.
As well as breathing technique to do once a day.

So here I am back in the world,
too good for my own good
I shall set out using Dr Jill's tool
so that I am no banking fool.

Of course the Devil came to visit
Ha-Ha! He said I am here to stay.
Still afraid being on this tender time
I wrote and instead enjoyed a glass of wine.

The Great Wall was not constructed in a day
or was that for Rome they say,
So is the rebuilding of my self
yet shall persevere and continue daily on my way.