Therapy
We meet once a week.
I tell you my thought and fears.
You sneak a peak
At what's been going on all these years.
You lead me down a path of discovery.
You know how painful it can be.
So, we take things slowly.
At last I am allowed to be me.
It is more than uncomfortable -
This evolution of self.
Yet, you make it more palatble
To take old baggage off my shelf.
We look at it and talk a -
about it.
I grow to understand -
That my pain is real.
It is okay to be feel.
@ Ashley E. Frigerio
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