Therapy Session Part 1

The Chesnut door opening

I'm considering but… forgetting

I am shown a smile

That settles my denial 

In my youth

Far away was the truth

The words “I’ll be right out”

I believe without a doubt 

Anxiety is my rope

That pulls me down when her words give me hope

As I remember my fears

My eyes fill up with tears

Knowing that this is temporary and…

To me that is scary 

The room is covered in lavender with a sprinkle of vanilla beans

The warmth from words intervenes

As I reflect

I am no longer the suspect

I'm on the edge of the couch

When I think

Outcomes and ouch

Waiting for her to freak

My eyes travel to the floor

¨Would you like to talk about this more?¨

Looking at the relaxing colors and shapes

¨No¨ I explain when they see my scrapes

Scribble goes her pen

I count to ten

She takes a sip

I bite my lip