My never ending
     search for whatever
     this psychologically gout
riddled rhyme stir to
     write (a poem) about
found me figuratively
     staring at a theme without doubt
devoid of any "FAKE"

     trumping controversial clout,
which subject came in route
tummy mind questioned NOT
     explicitly broadcasting best related
     most definitely not
     apropos to flout
the sensitivity and personal
     privacy respectfully tendered

     obeyed, and invoked, not to tout
yet an impression can nonetheless
     this versatile scout
felt motivated be shared with you
a general over view
the therapist averred thru
the title of this poem, she who
doth "actively listen" pertaining,

     asper emotional issues that stew
within the psyche, thus
     appreciation as I gentile lee
     talked non Jew
bull leant lee of foregone
     opportunities till rue
men hating lost chunks of
     mine formative years

     witnessed self deprivation
     (usurped, sponged, and  bobbed
     entire memory queue)
of ordinary healthy
     development of body,
     mind, and soul casting
     more'n fifty shades
     of a grayish hue

my psychological landscape,
     where at puberty -
     anorexia nervosa (minus bulimia
     squarely took root grew)
wing essential nadir existence,
     thy emaciated condition drew,
     sans Matthew Scott Harris
who recognizes aversion

     to grow into manhood blew
away so many necessary figurative
     stepping stones permanent
     stilted impact didst accrue,
and merely hearing my recitation
     of plaintive glue
me emotional reverberations,
     now overlain by many

     a displeasing faux pas,
     and metaphorical boo boo
     actions as a father
     affecting mindscape
     of near grown daughters the "ear"
     of assigned therapist
     appreciation doth issue.